Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Bb
C
Am
Bb
Am
(Yo,
Bb
C
Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Uh
Am
Blow for blow, Cole flow
Verse 2
Am
just prestigious
C
Am
Sweats and tees, no unnecessary accessories,
F
the GOAT just from features
Am
C
Proceed with throat- cut procedures
Am
He look rich, but he broke,
just egregious
C
Don't trust rappers, ho, trust in Jesus
Am
F
Am
Whole team approach Costa Rica
And coast on boats,
C
gettin' throat from top models
Am
They pop shit, my clique pop bottles
Verse 3
C
I sip orange juice in the VI
P, watchin' the clock tick
Am
Perform a couple of hits and then I dip
C
Six figures richer than when I entered
Am
Cole world, Mr. I Got a Temper
C
I stay hot, doin' numbers
BTS in the flesh while they flop
C
And I laugh all the way to the Deutsche Bank
G
Am
Stay the fuck out my lane,
avoid the paint
I'm really him, Bruce Jenner,
Am
I'm boisterous, loud boos for crews
Verse 4
Am
from mad voices
It's like your team's
C
makin' the choice to take
G
Am
L after L, I got to laugh
Y'all look like James
C
G
Todd Smith autograph
Am
Maybe that's why your
Am
C
Go against the squad
and get chopped in half
Verse 5
hot? Who not? (Who?)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
C
sells out the tours? (Me)
Am
Who rap with trap niggas that
F
Am
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
C
G
let off before? (Me)
Am
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
G
Am
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
F
Am
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
If the shit go left,
G
I'm pullin' bread out the floor (GG)
Am
Okay, chain nastier than
Verse 6
cow manure
F
Am
Bust down my shooter,
C
G
Am
saw more wires than a bomb defuser
Take a jet to the jungle,
was healin' my soul
C
I'm done seen my niggas froze,
G
Am
filled up with embalmin' fluid
I still did numbers in this game (I did)
C
Only thing changed is the tail
numbers on the plane (jet)
Am
Re tired drug dealer,
bust chain, watch plain
C
I don't do drugs, but, baby, I don't judge,
Am
do your thing (that's all you)
Verse 7
Am
I'm a king, you won't see me
drop no tears (uh- uh)
Back- to- back white coupes,
C
G
Am
bitch, it's lookin' like veneers (white)
Came in this game thinkin'
F
Am
niggas was my peers
Shit, damn near broke my heart
C
I ain't know they was that weird
(lame- ass niggas)
Am
Niggas give you they word,
they be breakin' that so easily (damn)
C
We can't do that in streets 'cause eventually,
Am
you're seein' me (what's up?)
That's why I be in the crib,
gamin' on DND
'Cause you can't play with me and I not
C
Am
let you see the beast in me (fuck)
Verse 8
F
Cole say in Fayetteville they go,
Am
"Ay, ay, ay" (what up?)
C
Fact he fuck me with me like that,
G
Am
it makes up for them rainy days (no cap)
Can't be on the court,
NBA coach'll take my game away (which one?)
Catch you on that freeway,
C
we're reenacting Training Day
Am
You hear me? Who ain't
rockin' with me?
Tell 'em to start from zero,
C
then make it out of the D (go do that)
Am
Remember bein' young,
F
seein' pops rockin' up kis (bricks)
Am
Saw bodies on streets,
C
G
now I'm tryna put bodies in seats (let's go on tour)
Am
You hear me? Hold up, who ain't
Verse 9
Am
Bb
rockin' with me? (Who?)
Am
Tell 'em to play with they live,
C
G
fumble they college degree (godo that)
Am
Tell 'em to face all that time and still be
solid as me (go do that)
C
Do years in prison and drop a hit the day I
release (go do that, nigga)
Unc', I got ahead of them niggas
C
I should've listened, I turned back and tried to rescue
G
them niggas (should've listened)
Am
Sick you started hatin' 'cause I got
ahead of you, nigga (bitch)
C
I ain't trippin', that shit ain't gon' stop this cheddar,
Am
my nigga, you hear me? (G7)
Verse 10
Am
Now, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
C
G
sells out the tours? (Me)
Am
Who raps with trap niggas that
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
C
G
let off before? (Me)
Am
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
C
G
Am
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
F
Am
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
If the shit go left,
C
G
I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Verse 11
hot? Who not? (Yeah)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
C
G
sells out the tours? (Me)
Am
Who raps with trap niggas that
F
Am
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
C
G
let off before? (Me)
Am
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
C
G
Am
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
F
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
Am
C
G
Am
If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Outro 1
F
Am
C
G
Am
F
Am
C
G
Am
F
Am
C
Am
F
Am
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TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteAm Bb C F G
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