Тональность: B major•
Verse 1
I'm finna break it down
Verse 2
F#
E
upped my stock, fuck them cops
If you love hip- hop bust them shots
Your man priceless, if your man's loyal
Better give that man a raise
B
G#m
F#
your end up paying for it
E
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta nigga reach
Nigga please,
B
so I came back with a bigger piece
G#m
F#
E
You still smokin' weed on
your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot
screaming: "God's great!"
Before the crib you gotta clear
the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
G#m
F#
E
New Presidential had that pauvre
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that
the game's over
Verse 3
E
For me to move forward
from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 Cent neither nigga,
G#m
F#
haha
E
I came back a rich nigga
Verse 4
E
Young mogul, Bo Jackson,
I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down
on the pavement
Gang members claiming I need
G#m
to make a payment
F#
E
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're
all fucking relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
G#m
Fuck it, we can go to war
B
F#
E
Chasing me a hundred million,
that's inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds system,
welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day, nigga
Same one that used to move
G#m
F#
E
AK's in his heyday, nigga
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga
Got the cubans, got the boats,
got the zoes, nigga
B
E
Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga
So what's your goals, nigga?
G#m
F#
All my shit went gold, nigga
E
I remember smoking mid
Verse 5
grade
Till I went and got my shit
straight
I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape
Till they seen a Ghost with
G#m
B
a temp plate
E
Sitting in the trap blowing thick smoke
Traffic in my dope, with a thick ho
Feds tore apart the squad, nigga
B
G#m
That's why I had to play my part, nigga
F#
E
That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga
It gets deeper, that was just a start,
nigga
Screaming in my sleep,
I know Lord hear me
Death to you fuckboys, on my
4th Bentley
G#m
F#
Verse 6
Rich is gangsta, nigga
This is gangsta, nigga
B
G#m
E
Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga
You know where we came from
F#
G#m
F#
Look where we at
Outro 1
E
B
G#m
E
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