Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Dm
Em
Dm
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
Bm
It's awesome, baby!
Em
Bm
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Em
Bm
yeah
Em
Bm
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
Em
When sketchin' a blue ink
Bm
I hop out the whip
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
Em
Glisten with a stack of kicks
Dm
And to ask the martin
Em
You ain't even been to ask the place
Bm
Yes sir, I tote mag
Em
Sucks in my smoke bag
Bm
Vexed if I don't brag,
Em
fresh with the Colts tag
Bm
You rappers are wack,
Em
that's a mess in your notepad
Bm
Your wordplay is small,
Em
go step up your vocab
Bm
My old man and grown man,
Em
you all need to hold hands
Em
I'm turnin' into Conan
Bm
Grown man, bro ham,
Em
you should watch the pro jam
Dm
Even through a sunblock,
Bm
Em
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Dm
Em
Bm
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
Em
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Dm
Stackin' my ammunition,
D
Em
Bm
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
Em
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Dm
Em
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
Bm
pardon, I'm that fire
Em
How these niggas jackin' me,
D
Dm
Em
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
Bm
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
Em
You need years in for you
Bm
Em
to even do what I do
Bm
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
B
Bm
B
but kept getting high,
B
Bm
B
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
Em
Bm
I had nights looking like a cat fight
Em
High maneuver with scratch, so please
Bm
Em
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
Em
Dm
D
Em
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
Bm
I breeze past your strip quick,
Em
Bm
breathe in that pith prick
Em
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
Bm
My C's are ridiculous,
Bm
You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
B
Bm
Get the player dumping,
B
who in here frontin'
D
See a lot of lips moving,
Em
still I don't hear nothin'
Bm
We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
D
We don't have to get along,
Em
homie, we can get it on
Bm
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
D
See a lot of lips moving,
Em
Bm
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
Bm
homie, we can get it on
You
D
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