Тональность: Bb major•
Verse 1
Bb
Am
G
Gm
Whatever happened
Cm
The boy that I once knew?
(It's ya boy Capone)
Dm
Bb
Am
The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go,
Gm
Oh no, oh no (kill me,
Oh no, no, no, no,
Gm
G
no (uh, wet me)
Gm
Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)
Eb
Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah,
Bb
Gm
check it, yeah)
Verse 2
I told the judge, "I ain't comin' back
Catch me if your cops could"
Eb
Bb
I got a chopper sittin' under
You'll never catch me slippin'
Eb
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas
Bb
Am
know my position
G
I came from the same
Gm
ghetto you live in
Eb
With no pot to piss in
Gm
So believe me, I'm no damn different
Eb
Listen, understand I'm a man with a vis
ion (I got a vision, baby)
Bb
You could kill me and bury me after
Am
I'm done spittin'
G
Gm
Now who could do it like I do it?
F
Rap it just like I rap it?
Eb
Keep an army in the ratchet right
Dm
under my army jacket
Cm
How dare you detest me?
How dare you neglect me?
Dm
Bb
I'm the street in the purest form,
Am
niggas respect me
G
Gm
Wet me, I'm coming back twice,
I'm that nice
Eb
Rap life is for the takin',
Dm
Gm
I'm shakin' this shit down
For a verse with Capone, you takin'
Bb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 3
Gm
move like I move?
F
Who could go where I go?
Eb
Who could take one and turn it to four?
Dm
For really though
Cm
I put blood, sweat, and tears,
Dm
for these past seven years, it was pain
Bb
Am
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
Verse 4
G
Gm
Bitch, I'm gon' get caught
in the middle of a crossfire
Eb
With no hammer tucked
Bb
Gm
in my waist to cross fire
They say I'm too thorough for my damn self,
Eb
brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)
Bb
Hittin' fake niggas with flour
Gm
Devour every nigga with power,
hit 'em lead showers
Eb
Bb
Homie, you can't be me, can't see me,
Gm
can't touch me (nope)
Talk greazy, but walk easy,
you damn lucky
Eb
Bb
It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin'
G
Gm
Now, who can shoot it like I shoot
F
it, persistent with headshots?
Eb
Take a neighborhood to war
Dm
with a .4 and a red dot
Cm
I'm not with the Westons,
I'm hot with the Smith and
Dm
Listen, you play with death head
Bb
Am
in' in my direction
Gm
how could you not love me?
How could you not trust me?
Eb
Dm
You just plant faith in pussies,
Gm
push me, this shit disgusting
To get me out the game,
Eb
y'all cowards got to buck me
Bb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 5
Gm
move like I move?
F
Who could go where I go?
Eb
Who could take one and turn it to four?
Dm
For really though
Cm
I put blood, sweat, and tears,
Dm
for these past seven years, it was pain
Bb
Am
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
Verse 6
Eb
Dm
Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year,
Eb
(New York City, the rebels)
Am
G
(America, spent five years,
man)
Gm
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)
Oh no, no, no, no,
Eb
no (three in the penitentiary)
Bb
Gm
Eb
Oh no, oh no (can never stop)
(I can't stop, nigga)
Bb
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Verse 7
G
Gm
do it like I do it?
F
Rap it just like I rap it?
Eb
Keep an army in the ratchet right
Dm
under my army jacket
Cm
How dare you detest me?
How dare you neglect me?
Dm
Bb
I'm the street in the purest form,
Am
niggas respect me
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