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