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