Тональность: G# minor
Intro 1
C#m
A
B
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
B
A
B
Verse 1
C#m
I gotta make it,
A
the shit is in my blood
B
The Congress couldn't cage
G#m
his middle finger so the judge
C#m
I'm rotting on this paper,
A
trying to kill him with the buzz
B
So I'm rotting on this hatin',
G#m
so I'm sitting up above
C#m
Cuz I gotta make it,
A
this shit is in my blood
B
The coppers come in cages,
G#m
metal fingers to the judge
C#m
I'm rotting on this paper,
A
trying to kill him with the buzz
B
So I'm rotting on this hatin',
G#m
so I'm sitting up above
C#m
A
Cuz I had to flip a few
to get us through
B
Prick, it's true in principle
G#m
when you can't do the rent
And your rent is due,
C#m
A
forget a interview, verse,
song, interlude
B
Listen, Buddhist niggas
G#m
who these hustlers trying to ridicule?
C#m
I've been invincible,
A
doing what they intend to do
B
G#m
A lyrical miracle, little nigga,
C#m
you sick as who?
A
Who is better, not a veteran alive?
B
Can't match up what I'm measuring,
G#m
I'm heavenly supplied
C#m
I'm peddling some medicine
A
to ratting up your eyes
B
You wouldn't play corners
G#m
on an elevator ride
C#m
I can tell you ain't as wise,
A
B
the hustler is global, you're local
G#m
And only thing you're doublin'
C#m
is bothers, I told you
A
The soldier is sick and the
blow that I'm spittin'
B
G#m
HD vision is written,
your flow need prescriptions
C#m
Listen, I'm a pro,
A
that's destined to blow
B
Batter up your dough,
G#m
I'm nicer than whoever you know
C#m
Writer, I gotta make it,
A
this shit is in my blood
G#m
metal fingers set a judge
Plotting on his paper,
A
trying to kill him with the buzz
B
So I'm riding on his haters,
G#m
so I'm setting up the bomb
C#m
A
Cause I gotta make it, make it
B
The shit is in my blood, blood
The coppers cutting cages,
G#m
middle fingers to the judge
Fuck em!
C#m
Plotting on his paper,
A
trying to kill him with the buzz
B
So I'm riding on his haters,
G#m
so I'm setting up the bomb
B
I see you really came to kill niggas
on this one right here
G#m
When these niggas gonna learn?
C#m
When they gon' see,
A
B
they can't fuck with my n***a
G#m
The writer of writers,
C#m
J .R. motherfuckin' writer
B
B
You heard the man,
G#m
C#m
three albums lined up
A
B
Now n****s better catch up
C#m
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