Тональность: F minor
Verse 1
G#m
E
F#
E
Lemme tell y'all
a 'lil story about myself
G#m
This right here is a true story,
Verse 2
E
G#m
Ulcers hurt my salary,
E
alter my personality
Give it to you real,
G#m
I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude,
arrogant, cocky rude
E
Eatin' off papi food,
B
E
used to be a stocky dude
G#m
Weighed two twenty,
Verse 3
G#m
E
G#m
wit two honies, I move monie
E
B
E
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
G#m
it was no fun to work
B
F#
E
Everyday my stomach hurt,
rippin' off my undershirt
Verse 4
E
G#m
The pain was no comparison,
E
G#m
stomach started cherishin'
E
G#m
Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it,
it was embarrassin'
Regurgitatin', green,
yellow, burgundy, boom
E
But came my urgency soon,
Verse 5
the emergency room
G#m
In there, no salvage,
treated like a cold savage
E
They said pimpin' symptoms,
huh, a dope addicts
There you have it,
F#
but they ain't find no heroin
G#m
E
Coke, crack, dope, just weed,
but that's my medicine
Verse 6
E
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
G#m
F#
Say that I'm too gordy,
E
word to my blue maurys
G#m
This is a true story
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
F#
uh oh, here it come again
Verse 7
F#
G#m
Never mind stuntin', dime puffin,
B
G#m
doc spent his time frontin'
E
G#m
E
He like a bad detective,
G#m
E
he ain't find nuttin'
G#m
Besides that though,
B
I can't enjoy a movie, dinner
G#m
My son growin' up,
E
I'm lookin' like the movie thinner
Verse 8
E
I'm thinkin' suicide,
G#m
do or die, sit and cry
E
What hurt my baby moms
askin' if I'm gettin' high
B
E
F#
She gonna play me a thug,
E
F#
I told the lady I love
E
If it ain't hustlin' ma,
F#
E
please don't relate me to drugs
Verse 9
F#
E
G#m
E
I'm loosin' weight though,
G#m
everyday pounds and muscles
E
B
Gotta get off my ass,
E
B
hit some towns and hustle
E
Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know
I was too sick to do shows,
but still equipped to move O's
Verse 10
E
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
G#m
If I can shoot, I turn around,
I'm off my pivot
E
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again,
B
E
it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again
Verse 11
E
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
B
E
F#
Thought that it went away, uh,
oh, here it come again
Verse 12
body, I'm hard bodied,
G#m
E
B
word mommy, vanishin'
E
B
E
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
G#m
E
B
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
E
For me, that's a odd place,
B
E
I'm only here by God's grace
Verse 13
G#m
Like a lab rat, them
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan,
sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be
stressed
Verse 14
E
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
B
And that's irritable bowel child,
E
I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all,
B
so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
E
B
E
Get it, get it, get it, get it?
Verse 15
E
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
F#
E
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
F#
uh oh, here it come again
Verse 16
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
E
word to my blue maurys
G#m
E
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
Outro 1
uh oh, here it come again
E
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