Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
B
Ebm
Uh, 1 -2, bring my levels up,
they gotta hear me, yeah,
B
live from Harlem world, Zeus, uh,
Niggas try to stick with me,
but they been getting crossed
Ebm
You better check my history
like you was insecure
but claim that you be getting off
Ebm
How could you fuck with me,
B
your tape be getting menopaused
I should G -Mac,
but I'm plotting where you be at
Ebm
I'll park you anywhere,
like I'm riding in a Fiat A
Fiat, nigga, relax,
B
you bout to make me relapse
Ebm
Karrueche with the body pic,
B
nobody wanna see that
Ebm
B
All my tracks is a classic,
I don't clash with these rappers
Ebm
All that trash you performin',
y 'all don't match up with Cassius
B
I have you staggering backwards,
then it's ashes to ashes
Ebm
Hope you got the ways
that if I ever catch you in traffic
B
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher,
and you's a passive aggressor
Ebm
Pickin' who you on friction with,
more like static selector
Me, I spaz on whoever,
B
what's a pimp to Neutrogena?
Ebm
I'm dead cold with it,
Db
Kanika Jenkins in the freezer
B
I'm clinically crazy,
y can't lyrically fade me
Ebm
Casey Anthony,
can't you see how I'm killin' them, baby?
B
This is bigger than KG,
who can get with me lately?
Ebm
I try to picture that shit,
and then the picture get grainy
B
Maybe you niggas just lazy,
or your lyrics fugazi
Ebm
If you claim that I'm bitin',
you must be livin' with rabies
B
How you think that you made me?
Ebm
B
Man, you frauds need to get in tune
Ebm
My studio is me
and Duke the God in the living room
Mean, I was 18,
Marvin with the A -team Lines,
Gb
Ebm
you can never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing
B
Ebm
Ain't nobody feelin' you,
y 'all ain't with the game fiend
B
Gb
I had most of the city blue
Ebm
when I was in them state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden,
y 'all foldin'
Gb
Ebm
I studied under Lamont Coleman,
B
Ebm
heart frozen
Big L is where the heaven
got its flowin' from
Gb
Ebm
They say that I be losin' it,
B
Yeezy ain't the only one,
beyond raw, want war,
Ebm
get an encore DNA all over the place,
Kendrick Lamar tour
B
Yeah, this is hardcore,
who said they playin' hardball
Ebm
I cook up so much hard,
I'm bout to send some
shit to Rob Ford
I'm killin' them with ease
Ebm
Your girl don't want for nothin'
cause I give her what she need
that bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees
B
Ebm
they bout to kick her out the league
how I dip through these instrumentals
Ebm
But tell me how you got the title
when you in a rental
B
I see them skits you into,
keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
Ebm
I put the stiff on your mental,
welcome to 50 Central
B
It's a fact, I lose friends when I rap
Ebm
Fuck a la bel, I'm independent,
I want everything back
Not to mention I'm crackin'
B
Ebm
so much of a rap god
You niggas is whack,
B
I should mumble my last bar Zeus
Ebm
B
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
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