Тональность: G# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
D#m
G#m
D#m
G#m
C#m
I never been a hater,
G#m
C#m
I'm an innovator with a pen and paper
D#m
G#m
But you imitators is straight
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trash incinerators
G#m
You owe me cheddar,
D#m
G#m
better send a paper
C#m
G#m
Cause I'll black out and light
C#m
your crib up like the generator
I need mines on time, not a minute later
D#m
He could die, you try to get your friend to
G#m
C#m
Fuck medical aid,
ya dog a pass, remember
Arthur
Ashe?
D#m
G#m
Mac -10 is loaded up,
C#m
I got the heart to blast
G#m
I've been a slid on a business tip,
C#m
I'm a walkin' average
D#m
G#m
Tryin' such enough cake to make
the stock market crash
C#m
G#m
I sold pills, filled
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Mac drug orders
The
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Mac -30 is free like bathtub wa ter
G#m
I'm mad cuz ordered them girl clothes,
C#m
D#m
they look disgusting
G#m
I get money off the books, I'm hustlin'
C#m
Push my buttons,
I can heat it fast as microwave ovens
D#m
I need a bag to spin it, I
C#m
don't like to save nothin'
G#m
I'm paid, bustin' moves,
got exceptional agility
D#m
The work be lockin' up like
G#m
a cor rectional facility
D#m
I'm steady workin',
G#m
D#m
got pro fessional stability
No matter your profession,
they gon' question your ability
C#m
Without a question,
ain't nobody ill as me
D#m
Ask the rappers, I'm still a
G#m
G, the hustle still in me
Cassie
C#m
Trapp, I clap em',
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C#m
they gon' toe -tag a map though
D#m
I'm fuckin' raw,
I went gold from the rip like a
G#m
Yo, fuck the law and y 'all givin'
C#m
information up
D#m
I'm on it, but in formants is
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fuckin' my concentration up
C#m
G#m
So fuck em all cause they fucking
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my compensation up
G#m
I make a fucking call,
C#m
that broad'll give ya loc ation up
What's up with y 'all, y
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'all hustlers or rappers?
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D#m
White lives matter cause most of
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my customers crackers
C#m
G#m
Y 'all fronting but y hustling back wards
C#m
I done pushed a lot of weights,
D#m
G#m
C#m
sometime I gotta take a muscle relaxer
G#m
We get it from the muscle,
C#m
we trappers, bills entry
D#m
It's a blessing I can see
G#m
M's cause I'm a
MC
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G#m
Life is expensive,
D#m
C#m
y know how high rent be
G#m
When dudes move to funeral homes,
C#m
they live rent free
Don't tempt me,
G#m
C#m
see my style is sickening
D#m
I was born with bars like my hoes, fuck
COs
G#m
C#m
I have a child in prison
I'm from the jungle as a child
was in a wild position
G#m
D#m
G#m
Back in the days, I sold skinnies
They was my only treasure
Now my bags fat,
C#m
G#m
get cash out for the loud I'm pitching
D#m
Some men follow the trend,
G#m
that's why they style be switching
I got a switch on the fifth and
D#m
a 40 -column dripping
G#m
Niggas in they forties still mak
D#m
ing juvenile decisions
C#m
You know the story and what
that could get you, man
D#m
I backsmack you with the hand
G#m
and clap at you with the can
C#m
I can scrap, but I'm a clapper pistol fan
D#m
I'ma snap shit, hit fan,
C#m
cause I'm a goat and not a sacrificial lam b
G#m
I cooked it up and gave samples,
they was sacrificial grams
C#m
D#m
I know all about the cloud of platinum,
G#m
plaque could get you mad
C#m
G#m
I packed a trap, could get you bands,
C#m
and it's time to go eat
G#m
Bro hatin', I need loc ations,
I'ma find a bull street
C#m
Put this addy in the navvy,
G#m
C#m
then it's time to draw heat
G#m
D#m
If I pull it, bullets is longer than some
G#m
dinosaur teeth
C#m
Since way back, I've been a big stepper,
dinosaur feet
D#m
It's time to score when me and
G#m
them other connoisseurs meet
C#m
If it's time for war,
G#m
C#m
shooters at your mama door deep
D#m
Goons creepin' in the room while
G#m
your momma snores sleep
C#m
G#m
Them boys get a dog on
C#m
your momma floor treats
G#m
Then treat her like a silhouette
C#m
and bloody up the pillow set
G#m
I'm up but ain't take my face
C#m
off the pillow yet
D#m
G#m
Rest in a pillow in a coffin
for pillow talkin'
C#m
I feel so blessed,
G#m
C#m
most artists had to show the run
D#m
I'm hot like when they turn on the
G#m
C#m
hydrant and let the water run
G#m
That fire, you can order some
I ran through like a quarter ton,
D#m
the boy was young
Savin' allowance,
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then went and bought a gun
Everywhere I went, I bought the gun
D#m
I wasn't taught to run, you coochie
Wouldn't even try to
G#m
C#m
shoot me with a water gun
I got some hitters, nigga, more than one
D#m
I fought dudes that got
some short screws
G#m
Cause I got an even shorter one
C#m
G#m
And boy, how the work in that
C#m
work over the border come?
D#m
He forced to hustle it,
C#m
but who enforced the government?
G#m
Of course it's illegal,
so people forced to smuggle it
D#m
The force lock you up for it,
G#m
then you forced to fuckin' sit
I been fly, but the
Air
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Force never trusted it
I been a shooter, but the
Marines, I never fuck with it
C#m
G#m
I been this wavy, coulda been in the
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Navy, but fuck a shit
G#m
D#m
G#m
The soldiers in the army fatigued,
but can't fuckin' quit
C#m
G#m
We had the
Black
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Panthers, now we got a bunch of
Crips
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Went from 5 %ers to plug members,
C#m
I'm fuckin' pissed
Niggas was marchin' with
G#m
C#m
Mar tin, holdin' up a fist
G#m
D#m
Now demons screamin' on
G#m
C#m
God, then go an d bust a lick
Ayo, this ho that charged 500
bucks to hit
D#m
Just robbed a man for 500 bands,
G#m
you'll never trust a bitch
C#m
G#m
My record ain't got a scratch,
I'm in the fuckin' mix
D#m
G#m
Like a dude on the one and twos,
C#m
cuttin' up the hits
G#m
Before you could count to three,
C#m
I'd bust a fifth
Then
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I'ma make it clap like
Spliff
G#m
Hang it up or cut your wrist
C#m
cause you a fuckin' snitch
G#m
D#m
G#m
Nigga, my finger that pull the trigger
C#m
always fuckin' it
Bitch, you wasn't on probation makin' the drug stretch I backed
D#m
G#m
it up with gloves on an d still failed the drug test
C#m
G#m
I'm sunnin' these rappers
but never took a blood test
D#m
To night me and my wife might
G#m
have some pour up sex
D#m
G#m
Rub breasts, then eat her out ,
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bust a grub next
G#m
Anytime I'm facin' her thighs,
D#m
I'm straight energized
C#m
Wait on the strength, if you attempt to slide I'll split your
D#m
G#m
shit to the white meat and leave that street gentrified
C#m
When guys get sent to
God, I don't sympathize
D#m
Grass grow naturally,
but my gas is synthesized
C#m
G#m
Sometime you stick to the script,
sometime you improvise
But
D#m
I'ma check your temperature,
G#m
my temper rise
C#m
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Pussy
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G#m
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D#m
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C#m
you
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