Tonart: B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
I'm fearin' nothin' but
D
Bm
God
D
Bm
D
Bm
D
Bm
Hit em up, hit em up
D
Bm
These niggas don't wanna see the
craziest motherfucker from the nickel
I'll make your blood trickle
Willy
Bm
recognize the motherfuckin' mob, bitch
D
Bm
My cash flows in vast loads, I crash foes
Like
X -Lax, I'm runnin' right
through these assholes
.45's unloaded, hollow points exploded
In his scalp,
it made his motherfuckin' head snap
Tucked in a psychotic mind,
it's like I'm doin' time in a hole
With no possibility of a role
Well, I see old age,
Bm
Like my peers, throughout the years,
it's kinda real
No fear for my adversaries, it's karma
Tryna send
Mrs.
Dennis to her funeral parlor
For sure, the bitches die slow
D
Bm
Think I'm frightened, use a lie hole
Survival is a natural instinct
D
Bm
For this brave bastard, fuck the war
He ain't nothing but
a slave master
Take these pill plantations
D
down the fucking street
Bm
And shove em up your shit creek
I'll put your six deep, fuck vital
D
Bm
My idol is a nigga with a gun
That won't run and shoot a
bitch when he come for him
If he breathe, he bleed
Bm
Tell him in funeral fatigue,
I'm fearin' nothing but
D
Bm
God
D
Bm
D
Bm
F#m
Bm
D
Bm
Give him a glance, that'll lay a curse
Ain't nothin' worse than a
psychotic motherfucker
I'm one to subvert,
well it's dispersed from a .45 mag
Sendin' these bitches off to
the morgue in a body bag
Hella pain, so watch your
Bm
Or get your motherfuckin'
lousy ass shot to death
Breast smellin' like liquor and weed
When I squeeze off,
do the job and I ease off
Bust him again, plug blank,
and watch his head blossom
Just in case that motherfucker
playin' possum
Lord, you know my heart,
I'm a creature of habit
I love ya, but I'm a ride till I'm
covered with maggots
In the game, trippin' on the fame
D
Bm
Thought it was all wrapped
till the fuckin' corner came
No rest for the wicked,
I'll blast you hoes
In the face, leave your casket closed
I'm fearin' nothin' but
D
Bm
F#m
God
D
Bm
D
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
So low, that's the way I roll
D
Bm
C -50 niggas deep on a creek,
but I ain't scared of them hoes
I bury foes like dirty money
Fuckin' with me, nigga,
you feel a slug in your fuckin' tummy
I'm sneakin' further from
God when I'm mashin'
Tryin' to separate my
faith from my actions
We all got a role in this play called life
Fuck a friend,
I'm all about my dividends
Trained in the field,
I'm makin' memes more and fast
I shoot this bitch up like a drug
deal gone bad
Undercovers are watchin' me,
Bm
Who the hell they trickin' with the
phone clickin'?
Easy pickin',
I pluck them bitches like chickens
Have them bleed from the mouth
with the eyelids flickin'
My strap clickin',
on any bitch actin' bad
F#m
I'm not gon' patch a meat out yo' ass,
Bm
I'm fearin' nothin' but
God
I'm fearin' nothin' but
God
D
Bm
That's how I feel
F#m
Bm
Hell, that's how I live
nothin' but
God
And that's how you should live
I'm fearin'
God
F#m
Don't let nobody haunt you
Bm
I'm fearin' nothin' but
God
Cause if he breathes,
D
Dm
D
Bm
he bleeds
F#m
Bm
That includes the
D
Bm
KKK, the park police,
F#m
Bm
and these bitch made niggas
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