Тональность: G minor
Intro 1
Em
G
C
D
Em
G
C
D
Em
Sitting down thinking
Verse 1
C
Trying to see half a ticket,
D
Em
started with half a gram
Started on a push bike,
G
now I give Versace grants
D
now I'm on this cake like Marzipan
Em
G
Big budget, wrist flooded like the Titanic
C
D
My Rolex Swiss made by my 9th Spanish
Em
Whip German foot down,
G
then I might crash it
C
I don't do black magic,
Em
Bad habits keep a pump
C
D
Watching money pile up like mad traffic
Em
Flight pack rapid,
G
hood full of crack addicts
C
D
Mathematics, bag on my track jacket
Em
Asian guns in Saint Laurent,
C
You're taking from the same
D
Em
ones you're hating on
I hit rock bottom,
G
now I can't stop shopping
C
Got me stepping on squares
D
Em
like I'm hopscotching
G
Mob bosses, like 80 on my wrist,
D
I pop Chris, I don't pop watches
Em
G
I cop cribs and I cop drop whips
D
Em
Make someone in the block lock it
G
C
Been doing this for donkeys
Ten grand on Bond Street
Em
Remember I was broke
G
I was renting out a room then
C
D
Turned a 2 and a Q into a QM
Em
First came the coupe Benz
G
Second and the third
D
Half a mil later what have you spent?
Em
G
I ain't gotta try it, I keep flying the night
C
D
Gave the ends dubs just like Dappy
Em
So fuck a dead offer cos
C
D
Red leathers, red notes an d red lobster
Em
G
C
Fuck the red eye, I'll get a red Ferrari
D
All my red bottoms cos a Zed a Charlie
Em
G
My nuts hang balls are enormous,
C
diamonds look like they're flawless
Hood
D
I grew in the poorest,
Em
boots I flew in the purest
G
It's a Christian Dior kicks,
C
don't worry bout my ting
D
Em
I can fuck your bitch
G
All these old b*****s been airing them
C
Fish get out in the water like
Em
If that prezzy under 20,
G
I won't wear it then
C
No readies for these jazzies,
D
Em
we don't care for them
High flyers, my youngers
C
D
Big shank, mask on like Mike Myers
Em
Yeah, my body's still young,
C
I just make sure my rent's paid
D
Em
and my nine fires
Gotta stay around mine,
G
C
cos they might try us
D
Keep trying, cos they say God likes tires
Em
G
Man dying, cos they slide like bull tyres
C
I don't really trust man,
Em
G
Truth, I ain't never had a 9 to 5,
C
D
I just cleared packs in my Air Max 95's
Em
G
Whippin' and rappin' like Yanni Maez,
C
D
free all the guys in the cage like 5 Aside
Em
G
C
When you come home just acclimatize
D
A quiet life is a happy one,
Em
G
C
a life on the edge is a scatty one
D
Em
36 Z's are the snappy one,
busy everyday
G
that's why I'm looking so slim
C
Did more kilos in the trap
D
than I did in the gym
Em
Throwing up bricks
G
like I'm hitting the rim
C
Now I gotta be careful what I
Em
G
That's a whole lot of paraphernalia
C
A whole lot of problems arise
D
when you're stacking this paper
Em
Phone flight mode
G
when I'm bagging this weight up
C
D
30 minute time out, snapping this wafer
Em
Back in the day, uh,
G
C
just wanted to drive a Range
So I hit white walls like
D
I'm at the driving range
G
man, my drive insane
C
Whizzing through the reds,
D
Em
see, I drive the Range Louis V shades
G
C
cause I like the frames 500
D
Em
pound just to hide the pain
G
Time flyin' by like flyin' planes
C
D
Live for a purpose, don't die in vain
Em
G
Hella diverse, bein' high and low
C
D
Mami, no, only thing on my mind is dough
Em
G
Got my mind on wax like dryin' clothes
C
D
I got unidentified flyin' O's
Em
G
I got alien OG in a Astray
C
D
Got shooters like Killian and Bapé
Em
G
Whip yayo like eggs in a mayo
C
And the crack made a better comeback
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