Тональность: G# minor
Verse 1
fantasy in your head
About getting out of the life
And setting the corporate
world on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do
F#
G#m
Except hustle
C#m
F#
G#m
Besides pimping
F#
G#m
You really ain't got the stom
Verse 2
fucked up
G#m
F#
Being intricate'll get ya wood critics
F#
They like you should spit it, I'm
G#m
F#
Forget this rap shit I need
A little bit of everything,
F#
G#m
a new improved Russell
disguised as a rapper
G#m
F#
In fact you can't fit this hustle
F#
G#m
I was a real star complete with real cars
G#m
you can and come set up a camera
G#m
In my real life complete with
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G#m
real ice
G#m
F#
You see Hova wasn't digital yet
G#m
F#
Before Steve Jobs made the iPod
G#m
F#
Fresh like Manny be chain
Shoe box full of cash
F#
G#m
Dealer man hand me keys
G#m
F#
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick,
loyal chick
G#m
Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw this shit,
all this shit
That's why they call him Hov cause
F#
G#m
F#
he came before all this shit
F#
quarter seven skipped on them quarter 8s
G#m
F#
Bought a nine for nonstop
F#
Guess
Verse 3
who's back
F#
G#m
I been said I been through
But I never can
G#m
F#
When last year alone I grossed
about thirty eight mill
G#m
F#
The flow so Special got a .38 feel
G#m
F#
The real is back
Outro 1
G#m
C#m
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G#m
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G#m
C#m
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