Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
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Pullin' up in a seat Ibiza
Lookin' for Kent I'm
JD in the driver's seat
F
Goin' sick on the bend,
Am
I'm sick on the beat
And the birds out wanna
play me on repeat
You said that you love me, you met me once
I went straight for dessert,
so I skipped the lunch
Spin a quick verse I'm a lyric machine
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Know me and the team are
Dm
Am
runnin' the streets
And when I drop bars go sick on the beat
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Am
Go sick on the rhythm, I'm bringin' the heat
I know that I flow the best
Dm
I got random birds that'll
And then when I go sick
there'll be no contest
Dm
Em
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No Fortnite ting, but I open the chest
Verse 2
Rip up the mic and I'm back again
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Dm
Am
And I'm on the back wheel of a KTM
Me and the boys were goin'
graftin'
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Dm
And were all blacked out
Am
creepin' through your ken
C
I seen a key for a RS3, me and the
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boys we scranned it easy
Am
Put my foot to the floor, we were gone,
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Am
Tread the roads like a F1 track
With the West Roy boys
F
and we'll do it like that
Am
Check that, get back
Rippin' on the mic and I'm soundin' fat
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Dm
Am
check that (check that)
Verse 3
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Dm
BD18 to the BD10, if I see a nice car,
I'm chillin' on Sandorm Drive
Verse 4
Oh wait, I'm chillin' on West Roy Drive
Am
Out tonight and we're raidin' kens
F
And were takin' cars like Mer
And I'm goin' sideways at Five Lennes
Dm
Bm
Am
And I'm hittin' eighty round every bend
High powered kissin' my arse end
Dm
Put my belt on and I try to blend
Am
And then the blues come on
and I begin to send
This police chase, yeah,
Dm
Am
it's about to end
And I swerve a car then
I swerve a bus
Dm
And then I take the corner
Check D's on the mic and my
F
Dm
bars are flush
Am
Check D's on the mic and my bars are flush
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
they got a spliff wrapped
F
If they send shots I'ma hit back,
Dm
'cause I never risk that
Am
And now I've gotta move to choose
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Dm
Do it by some ears or an ounce of blues
Am
Either way jump in the whip blast tunes MC
F
Then cruise cause that's
Dm
Am
I don't fight that much
so I fuck that shit
F
But if you send jabs I will duck that shit
Am
Make pure bangers and I cook that shit
F
Any come for the scrap got
Speedos gon' past the last number
I've come to confront you
Am
You might catch me on a PCX
I've been writin' bars I'ma
heat the decks
And then I wanna go sick on the
beat and repeat
F
Dm
And I'm down for the beef
Am
When I fight on the street
You know me and the four page gang
Dm
Linkin' a West Roy gang
Am
Dm
Make that bang
Verse 6
F
On a house five I'm back on the track Got
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Am
two bad B's, their sat in the back
Come to my gaff I'm attackin' her back
F
I'm attackin' and rackin'
Dm
Am
and buildin' a stack
I drive cars but I don't have a license
Dm
Am
If I see blue then I run from sirens
When I drop bars,
I'm the best you know
F
Because I still make rhymes
Dm
Am
when the beat is si lent
That's me I begin to blend
F
Dm
If a man pipes up, I begin to send
Outro 1
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