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