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