Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
D
Bm
Out the mud, with the fuckin' dirt,
Bm
A
Niggas ain't nothin' I like, man
Bm
Niggas is self -made,
y 'all niggas is hell -made, man
Nothin' like y niggas, ha
A
Remember me and Adrian was trappin',
Bm
had the sheer skills
A
Bm
Eb
Then they sent his ass up Northridge,
Em
we can share a cell
Bm
I was trappin', slimin' niggas
like we shared bills
All the shit we overcame,
how could I dare fail?
Defile the laws of physics
A
A half a brick of that sugar stuffed
Bm
in that Honda Civic
A
I blow the face off his body
Bm
soon as the nigga fidget
Don't even run from the police,
only run up these ditches
You niggas talk it, I did it
D
Trust me, I walk it, I lived it
I'm movin' soft for a living,
got a awkward ambition
Em
D
Ain't tryna lose a point,
Bm
so don't even talk when I'm whippin'
Fuck it, better yet,
don't even walk in my kitchen
Hustle as a boss, now I miss him,
D
told me to boss up, I listen
F and S'll shoot the bitch about you
Em
Bm
I got a bitch that'll suck the piss about you
Line you up, then make a lick about you
Get you lit, finesse a brick about you
D
G like heft, they talkin' shit about you
Eb
D
They like, that nigga got his sauna hot
Out in ATL, but I still got the corner hot
Bm
Tryna put these eight balls
in your corner pocket
You got that pistol in your pants,
be prepared to pop it
A
Bm
Had it rockin' in the trap,
A
but I needed options
Bm
Bitch, I know the mailman
never needed stockin'
Pull up on you anywhere,
get it choppin'
Whole block full of ops,
everybody droppin'
A
Defy the laws of physics
Bm
A half a brick of that sugar stuffed
in that Honda Civic
A
Bm
I'll blow the face off his body
soon as a nigga pitch it
Don't even run from the police,
only run up these ditches
A
You niggas talk it, I did it
Bm
Defy the laws of physics
A
Bm
A half a brick of that sugar stuffed
in that Honda Civic
I'll blow the face off his body
soon as the nigga fidget
Don't even run from the police,
only run up these digits
A
Bm
A
Bm
You niggas talk, but I did it
D
Eb
D
I'm in the booth with the cig on me
Still on the run, I got the pigs on me
Bm
She say, you got your kids on me?
Least you can do is put a bib on me
Y 'all want me dead, put a bid on me
Em
D
I had to get it how I live, homie
These hatey babies with me,
ween up and live, homie
Bm
now I ain't never did no big, homie
But I'm like a big brody
to your big homie
Brody, name your bitch Noble
D
Cut some niggas off,
they wasn't cut from the cloth
Might cut a nigga throat
Em
before I end up cuntin' them off
Bm
Cause in the game, power moves
come with cuntin' the cloth
Now take this stack
and tell your mama that you
Bm
A
Baby girl, where you was at
when I was cuntin' the sauce
Bm
Baby girl, where you was at
A
when I was duckin' the laws?
and a baby nine up in my drawers
My mama yellin' like I think them
people back at the door
A
I might've made about a hundred
thousand back at store
My nigga just came home,
Bm
A
now he back to the raw
Bm
Yeah, I just dropped the tape
and now I'm back in the lab
Rap game get slow,
then I'm back with the slab
Bm
then it's right back to takin'
A
Still strictly about the chicken,
Bm
I don't fuck with no bacon
Niggas say they Rogue half
Then he likely mistaking
Bring yo' bitch around half
Then she likely mistaken
A
Bm
Defy the laws of physics
A half a brick of that sugar stuffed
in that Honda Civics
I'd slow tha' face off his body,
soon as a nigga fidget
Don't even run from the police,
only run up these digits
You niggas twerk it, I edit
Defy the laws of physics
A half a brick of that
sugar stuffed
in that Honda Civics
Bm
I'd slow tha' face off his body,
soon as a nigga fidget
Don't even run from the police,
only run
A
You niggas took it, I did it
A
Bm
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