Tonart: B minor•
Verse 1
Fm
But when the closest ones to you
Em
turn their back on you
Goodbye my friend
There's silence coming down on me
The things you did, the words you said
were not for me
Bm
And the road that I have to run
Bm
Em
Bm
Have no time to hang around
Em
Bm
Now so long
Em
Monster, no energy drink
Rough as ice, I eat raws,
welcome into the rink
Serving niggas cyanide,
Bm
bartending they drinks
Em
I got them coughing up blood
till they hear me say pink
You know how niggas be in the clink
Same way niggas be in the street
Wildin', wildin', cold -hearted,
I can freeze in the heat
Drink kerosene and pee in the streets
Violent, stylin' I'm like
the black confeder,
ridin' on the back of gators
Fuck you non -believers,
ain't a rapper greater
Pack of haters doin' numbers
Em
Want the keys to the city,
you gotta smack the mayor
You insane, bro,
we done run the same glow
I'm the future of hip -hop,
you just sunk the same boat
Watch rap videos,
wonder if they tell the truth or not
Nope, say hi to the real nigga, Guten Tag
The silence coming down on me
The things you did, words you said
were not for me
Bm
And the road that I have to run
Bm
Em
Have no time to hang around
Bm
Em
Now so long
Bm
Em
I took the microphone plug,
jabbed it in my wristband
Embarrassed men like white boxers
with a shit stain
Top five, want the money,
Em
Should legally adopt more bastards
than Brad Pitt's dame
Look mane, if 'all reactive
Want something, get successful,
then y 'all attracted
To me that's groupie,
Bm
call that the wackness
Em
I catch the holy ghost on tracks,
sounds of blackness
Got your karma on speed dial,
the nigga from Green Mound
Battlin' me,
forget about it, see now
Meanwhile, we leave A -Jive,
Em
Sweet at the ganja war,
but he ain't stayed down
So catch me at Greenhouse,
Jared and Alex table
Exotic stable, body shot,
not a bitch's navel
Watch your ankles get
Bm
crossed like the ruckers
Em
Part -time suckers, adios motherfuckers
I'm friend, I'm a a friend
The silence comin' down on me
The things you did,
the words you said were not for me
Bm
And the road that I have to run
Bm
Em
Have no time to hang around
Bm
Em
Now so long
Bm
Em
We used to be kids with a dream
Niggs on a team, I shine, you shine
Since day one, no in between
I used to pull you up the corporate ladder
You networked, more networked,
the purpose mattered
I pulled you up again,
then the circus shattered
The goal, somehow, homie,
you lost sight of the whole
There's no I in a team,
fame makes you bolder
When you believe,
you just wipe your feet on my shoulders
Bm
Huh? I'm a self -made real one,
Em
so you might win some
But you just lost John, Ron,
I don't respect that
Bm
Em
I love you too much to be homie,
but I don't accept that
Am
Look, you stay ready,
you don't have to get ready
Em
Bm
Rascas, veterano, si, si, elemento
The clock is tockin',
Back, turn it back
I watch my nigga turn it back
Turn it back, back, turn it back
I watch my bitch turn it back
She turned her back,
even my cousin turned it back
He turned it back, but now I'm back
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