Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Em
Put me on the mic
and I'm the realest one
C
When you're on the grind,
Em
there ain't no time for love
Got all that I want,
I still ain't have enough
C
These motherfuckers act
Bm
Em
like they want it, huh
Tell me what you know about being hated
For trying to make any
shit that you love
Em
about losing friends
Cause they couldn't imagine
a life without drugs
Tell me what you know about being down
But unable to stop
cause your head isn't safe
C
Em
Tell me what you know about being
Em
when everyone around you is fake
Tell me what you know
about making it up regardless
Taking every hit
to continue through all the hardship
C
Trying to find the love in the mirror
when you've been heartless
trying to get me out the darkness
Em
Fire when I start shit, bitch,
it's an arson
C
Anyone would drive like me,
getting car sick
Know I got the scale on a mic,
but it's like when that blue checks
Em
It's a target, hell of a game
I feel like I'm Constantine,
constantly dodging the flames
C
With all of them saying
that no way you make it in rapping
Bm
Em
Grew up so awkward and lame,
I'm top of the chain
The carnivore blood I got pumping through
every inch of the vein
and speak under your breath to yourself
Bm
Em
And I walk in the room like you prayin',
the fuck are you sayin'?
I did the work to get here
while the rest of you sit and complain
C
I see when you hate, you mad,
Bm
know you couldn't do it with less
than the things that I face
Em
You ain't on the same wavelength, no
I've been hackin' into brains,
brain frame, wrong
C
Stopped till I see the dreams take
shape, so
Bm
Don't nobody make a fuckin'
Yeah, I know the life that
Bm
I'm livin' right now
ain't as good as it gets
Em
I don't do shit but make plays and it work,
there ain't no option here if
it don't manifest
Fuck anybody who gets in the way
and the labels who scared of
the shit we possess
Hate all you want, but
know you're all the ones
who gon' watch what I'm doin' next
Put me on the mic and I'm
the realest one
ain't no time for love
Bm
Em
Get me what I want,
I never have enough
C
Motherfuckers act like they want it
Bm
Em
Why the fuck you runnin' up
and killin' shit since 21
C
When you on the corner,
ain't no time for love
Bm
Em
Got all that I want and
still ain't have enough
C
I know that you act like you want it
Em
Then what the fuck you runnin' from?
Been a savage before 21
Bm
C
Chasing euphoria with the rules
Em
Bm
Sippin' 2 -11 since 11
Em
I was Kendrick in the swimming pool
When your parents told you
that your dinner's cool
I jumped off the
porch without an interview
You were down to be a cool kid in school
I was Troy creepin' through your
living room
Told homie I had some missing screws
C
Look lonely, I been with the bulls
Bm
Since 13 on the south side with Snake Lord
Em
She had a nigga in a stool Dope
Money made my first album
Hit the roots and I would just produce
C
Brody in and out of prison, period
Bm
Em
I was about to catch a city street
Back then wasn't talkin' blicks
I was buzzin' off the sticks
You better dip like the jimmies do
C
50 % of you niggas, niggas split in two
By boy,
Bm
I was eatin' middle -world prison food
Em
Nig ga, what's the difference to
a tennis shoe?
And I keep the pepper for the chicken
Homies never take my kitchen food
C
First meal to medicine, you niggas use
Diggin' out the shade of school
Bm
Em
I don't need help, you nig gas do
Bm
Not alive, I'm mental illness
To get some views, iron niggas
Em
I'm pullin' up with a drink, finna shoot
C
Ready yet? Let me get a text
Strange how they made me give
They the one that get up in the booth
Em
As far as that, I'm parkin' you
You are minuscule to a large general
C
Equipped with a semi -chromic arsenal
You up with the arsenal I'm
sendin' you
Bm
Bitch, I'm nothing to y 'all,
but it's dog shit to those
I remember when they brought my mom
in the room
Em
Bm
Fought with the bull to mental health,
now I'm finna lose
Em
Back when they said I was lame
Em
Bm
Then I met a rapper,
now they lookin' identical
Em
C
Em
Bm
Three words that I live by, win and lose
Em
Bm
Like JT, I'm who they cry rivers to
Em
That goes for the many
women too
Fuck everybody faking,
I've been the truth
Put me on the mic and I'm
the realest one
there ain't no time for love
Bm
Em
Get me what I want,
I never have enough
C
Motherfuckers act like they want it
Bm
Why the fuck you running?
C
Em
And I've been givin'
shit since twenty -one
there ain't no time for love
Bm
Em
Got all that I want
and still ain't have enough
C
I know that you act like you want it
Bm
Em
Then what the fuck you runnin' from?
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