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