Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Cm
Em
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
Cm
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
Eb
Em
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
Fm
Cm
Eb
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Em
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
Cm
I effortlessly write,
Eb
Cm
my weapons would be the night,
G
Eb
so please be ware of them
Em
Walk up in the fight club
in 8 ounce white gloves and
leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat
soon as Preem prepares one
Eb
Pick and choose my punches,
Cm
walk away with minimal lumps
Eb
Pivotin' around the vocal
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
Eb
Cm
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
Eb
or I will raze your roof
Em
Rest in peace to proof,
he probably rollin' over in his grave
If niggas poisonin' this name,
then misfortunes are the fortune
and the fame
Eb
I'm too cocky to hit 5
Em
Eb
The new Rocky and Mick,
Em
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
Eb
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
Cm
Eb
Em
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
Eb
Somethin' you don't wanna
Em
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
Eb
You go away like swelling with pellets
Bm
Cm
Eb
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
Em
Near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
and I ain't talking with no water bottle
Cm
Sit outside your house creeping
Bm
Cm
Come out and spit out
Eb
your mouthpiece
Em
And I skid out to South Beach
Fuck your talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand up guy,
yes I'm up for the challenge
Eb
Up cause of balance,
Cm
from tying my shoestrings to
Em
Eb
gether when I was young
Ab
And busting the cannon
Em
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
Eb
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
G
Eb
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
Em
hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that,
I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing
Tips fill the brain
Eb
It's like watching a movie,
Cm
but I don't make those
Bm
Eb
I just make the credits roll,
Em
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
Ab
Em
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
Cm
It's true, you not so hard,
Eb
Cm
I'm sensing you puss
Eb
As soon as you drop your guard,
Ab
Em
Pring, cut Cut
Fm
This, this where your heart at, bitch
Cm
Eb
Something you don't wanna battle with
Cm
Eb
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
Em
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
Fm
bitch
Cm
Eb
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
Fm
Em
Fm
Cm
Eb
Fm
Em
Fm
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