Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
Fm
Cm
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Fm
Cm
yeah
Fm
Cm
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
Fm
When sketchin' a blue ink
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
Fm
Glisten with a stack of kicks
Ebm
And to ask the martin
Fm
You ain't even been to ask the place
Fm
Sucks in my smoke bag
Cm
Vexed if I don't brag,
Fm
fresh with the Colts tag
Cm
You rappers are wack,
Fm
that's a mess in your notepad
Cm
Your wordplay is small,
Fm
go step up your vocab
Cm
My old man and grown man,
Fm
you all need to hold hands
Fm
I'm turnin' into Conan
Fm
you should watch the pro jam
Ebm
Even through a sunblock,
Cm
Fm
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Ebm
Fm
Cm
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
Fm
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Ebm
Stackin' my ammunition,
Eb
Fm
Cm
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
Fm
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Ebm
Fm
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
Cm
pardon, I'm that fire
Fm
How these niggas jackin' me,
Eb
Ebm
Fm
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
Cm
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
Fm
You need years in for you
Cm
Fm
to even do what I do
Cm
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
C
Cm
C
but kept getting high,
C
Cm
C
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
Fm
Cm
I had nights looking like a cat fight
Fm
High maneuver with scratch, so please
Cm
Fm
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
Fm
Ebm
Eb
Fm
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
Cm
I breeze past your strip quick,
Fm
Cm
breathe in that pith prick
Fm
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
Cm
My C's are ridiculous,
your career is a gimmick
C
Cm
Get the player dumping,
Eb
See a lot of lips moving,
Fm
still I don't hear nothin'
bigger clips, get along
Eb
We don't have to get along,
Fm
homie, we can get it on
Cm
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
Eb
See a lot of lips moving,
Fm
Cm
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
Cm
homie, we can get it on
You
Eb
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TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteEbm Fm Cm Eb C
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