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