Тональность: D# minor
Intro 1
D
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D
F#m
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E
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Verse 1
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Gold dummies,
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server bundles are raw
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D
Nig gas get shot,
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fiend s poke, hop in they arms
D
Accurate to Seattle,
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we be hustlin' hard
E
D
F#m
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
C#m
F#m
see my hustlin' scars
D
C#m
F#m
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
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My watch and my chain,
C#m
we doin' the buck fifty
D
E
You can get ten out the
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E
door for a buck fifty
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D
Amportino got work, my nigga,
come fuck with me
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Try and play on this road
and get your soul snatched
D
F#m
C#m
I can tell that it's new,
this ain't the old batch
D
F#m
I can smell through the bag
E
because the odor's reekin'
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All of my engines are new,
A
none of my motors squeakin'
D
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My girls all on my phone
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with baby mama drama
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D
I smoke hella tree
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D
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just to ease through all the trauma
D
F#m
I got rank where I'm from,
like Franklin from Snowfall
D
I ain't tryin' to ball fast,
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D
I'm cool with the slow ball
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I ain't tryin' to fall fast,
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I'm tryin' to last long
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We knock the album out quick,
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we on the last song
D
I'm the last
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Don, double -disc masterpiece
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D
Ampedesius,
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a lyrical catastrophe
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D
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I'm pouring G in these streets
E
C#m
the way I be regulatin'
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D
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If you try to touch me,
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then you'll be levitatin'
D
C#m
Flyin' down Rainier
like I'm a reindeer
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D
I'm from Seattle
F#m
and I got all of my game here
D
C#m
Go dummy, server bundles are raw
D
F#m
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
C#m
hop in they arms
D
E
F#m
Accurate to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
E
D
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms
F#m
C#m
F#m
See my hust lin' stars
D
C#m
F#m
C#m
In the 745, doin' a buck fifty
F#m
My watch and my chain,
C#m
we doin' a buck fifty
D
E
You can get ten off the
dole for a buck fifty
D
C#m
Ampatino got work,
D
my nigga come fuck with you
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E
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So real, cold steel,
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all cash up front is no deals
D
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E
Cold chills when I open
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E
C#m
the package up
To be real,
D
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D
all these rappers wack as fuck
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My bitch keep actin' up
So I went to the car lot
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and bought an Acura
D
Hit her with the pole,
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told her it's a gold
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Put her on the road,
D
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she came back with the load
D
This world cold,
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so you better keep a straight smoke tree
C#m
But never seen my teeth in the pig
D
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From OZs to Hokies
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D
It's so deep I went
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D
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from H to Hokies
D
Get no sleep
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E
A .M .P. I'm so dope
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If you ain't coppin'
work from the mob
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D
It's no hoes, go broke
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Tryna war with us
It's no joke
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Plus I shoot like the
D
Warriors I won't smoke
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Go dummy, several bundles of raw
C#m
D
F#m
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
C#m
hop in they arms
D
E
F#m
Accra to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
E
D
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
F#m
C#m
F#m
see my hust lin' scars
D
C#m
F#m
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
E
F#m
D
My watch and my chain,
F#m
C#m
we doin' the buck fifty
D
E
You can get ten off the door
for a buck fifty
C#m
D
Ampuccino got work, my nigga,
E
E
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E
come fuck with me
E
C#m
D
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D
Outro 1
You
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