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