Тональность: D# minor•
Verse 1
Cb
Sorry for cussing
Fuck you niggas
I'm back, Mr. Magic City
Bb
Blowin' color purple,
I make it rain on your forehead
Ebm
You woulda thought I had a fan
the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan
Cb
Ebm
the way I throw that money
Verse 2
Ebm
Cb
I'm back, Mr. Magic City
Bb
Blowin' color purple,
I make it rain on your forehead
Ebm
You woulda thought I had a fan
the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan
the way I throw that money
Verse 3
Cb
The Feds outside and
they checkin' his tag
Bb
But still the boy move with
a hell of a swag
Ebm
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
Cb
But I will not stop so you
can stop the hating
Bb
What more can I say? It's like
my gift and my curse
Ebm
To fail or succeed,
I don't know whats worse
Verse 4
I don't know what's worse
Cb
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
Bb
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Ebm
Red or blue pill, what would you do?
When the same niggas you love
got hate in their blood
Verse 5
Cb
I know god's watching over me,
When love turns to hate and
niggas rather you dead
Ebm
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All the bad I've done,
Verse 6
will you still protect my life?
Bb
Until then, I keep an extra
clip for that Glock
Ebm
You wanna see my bank statement
I got no problems with that
Three hundred thousand,
Cb
you know I'm smarter than that
Verse 7
I been dodging the alphabet
boys all my life
Bb
So, you gonna need more
Ebm
than a child support lawyer
I got some child support for you
Get off your ass bitch and get
Cb
you a job
Verse 8
Tell your other three baby daddy's
to sell dope or rob
Bb
My son got everything
in the world that I never had
Ebm
One thing you can't call me
is a deadbeat dad
When you're the one that
shoulda been exposed
Cb
Unfit mother still playin' witcha nose
Bb
And I don't wanna tell my child
That his moms ain't shit
Ebm
And this ain't about him
Cb
She just a money hungry bitch
Verse 9
Ebm
I been here before
Cb
They boxed me in a corner and
I came out fighting
Bb
They locked me in a cell and
Ebm
I came out writing
I said I came out writin'
Lock my body, you can't trap my mind
Verse 10
Cb
I only talk in the bedroom,
we whisper in the kitchen
Bb
Call me paranoid,
Ebm
I think the walls is listening
But if them walls could talk
I'd prolly never get to see the daylight
Verse 11
Cb
I gave it to 'em raw, mixtape after mixtape
Bb
I had niggas waiting on the album
Ebm
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
Cb
They say I ain't lyrical
Verse 12
Bb
I wasn't tryna impress
y'all niggas
Ebm
If hating was a crime,
they'd arrest ya'll niggas
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life
Cb
The streets co- signed,
the hood gave me my stripes
Bb
I said, the streets co- signed,
the hood gave me my stripes
Ebm
Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life
I said, the hood co- signed,
the streets gave me my stripes
Cb
Yeah, I know you ain't done wit 'em
Bb
Ebm
I'm back, better than before, matter fact,
I'm better than ever
They can't box me in, the boy too clever
Verse 13
Cb
So CNN worried 'bout little ol' me
Bb
Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever
wrote the story
Ebm
You motherfuckers don't
know shit about me
What I been through and where
When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run
Verse 14
Bb
So you can blame the government,
they made me this way
Ebm
See the pain in my eyes,
you don't see me cry
Verse 15
Two tears in a bucket, who got that work?
Cb
Real talk, I'll make us a way
Bb
Get rich, or I'ma go to jail tryin'
Ebm
Cb
Uncle Sam ain't never gave
But my partner out west,
Cb
yeah he front me them bricks
Verse 16
How the hell you expect me
to be drug free?
Bb
When George Bush ain't
never done shit for me
Ebm
Follow me home and tap my phone
What happened to my
Verse 17
freedom of speech?
Cb
Love don't love nobody
Bb
Got me feelin' like I shouldn't love myself
Ebm
I practice what I preach,
Cb
Ebm
I preach what I practice
Cb
A hundred thou under my mattress
Verse 18
Bb
I'm only human, just a man God
gave me a gift to do
the best that I can
Ebm
Critics say I can't make an album
better than my first one
The way I feel,
Verse 19
that'll prolly be my worst one
Another one after that will be
better than my last
So real talk, y'all can kiss my ass
Ebm
This is the beginning of the beginning
I am the future
Verse 20
Ebm
You niggas are a thing of the past
Cb
I'm not ashamed of who I am
or what I've become
Bb
So all you ridicule lookin'
I'm not the one
Ebm
It's called self respect,
I bow down to no man
I say all that to say that you
can't ban the snowman
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