Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
Writer's block, part four
A
Heck, I'm back in the building
C#m
Try tell these stupid nig gas,
A
C#m
It's too easy for me
Unh, check it
These flaggerin' thugs got
hate in they blood
Shit, it may be the bars that cater to grudge
A
But I cater to drugs that take them above
F#m
You couldn't shit on a set
C#m
if this was slave all love
Love your man's a menace,
get blammed in minutes
Tell it, jam or finish for this
band and tennis
F#m
A
Nigga, damn, I'm rented,
I done ran through ditches
C#m
F#m
Blowing damn cake like
it had some candles in it
C#m
Midget, I race past your fake ass
Bumping my music, but I ain't rate cash
F#m
Eat dirt, taste gas
A
Straight laugh at these haters who aim
C#m
F#m
This street shit,
your whole style is radio fringe
C#m
Look, when it's prime time,
bite our grime mines
Sean's blind, wrist brighter than Einstein
F#m
rotten at five -nine
Four -O -Z, they'll wipe
out your timelines
C#m
Put you in a box,
lettin' them guns clap
Press like a thumbtack,
A
F#m
left where you pump back
A
You peddlers dumb -whack,
the chef make it come back
F#m
I was stretchin' like I'm
gettin' ready to run track
C#m
I'm on another level,
you peep my swaggin 'ness
These niggas swaggerless,
A
I'll show you how to swag this shit
Come through stuntin', lightin' a fat L
F#m
Ask that Martin have him lookin'
tighter than Maxwell
A
C#m
Let a nigga front,
he'll be bitin' a cat shell
F#m
C#m
A happy way these other niggas
F#m
lighted and passed out
I get it crackin' scrappy
F#m
This'll be the only way
A
C#m
you hear somebody clappin' at me
Give it up for the Critically Acclaimed
F#m
A
F#m
A .R. Fuckin' Ryder, whoo!
C#m
What the fuck I'm talking about, man?
That boy speak the truth, man.
All these niggas ain't spittin'
it like you out here, man.
F#m
A
Nah, not at all.
These niggas too simple for you, Ryder.
C#m
F#m
ABC flow, man.
You been doing this shit
C#m
since Writers Block Part 1, nigga.
F#m
C#m
And we still here, nigga.
Nigga, this right here
A
F#m
A
is what I call greatness, y 'all.
C#m
F#m
Matter of fact, why y stop clap ping?
C#m
Stand up, salute this man.
Samocha Excellence right here.
That is Black Pro 4.
A
F#m
Let's go the fuck in, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
It's Dipset.
Outro 1
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C#m
A
F#m
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