Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
C
Am
Yeah
Am
C
Yeah
these are my hang -ups
Let me explain
C
It's kinda hard not to be a dick
Am
A
With all these pussies round ya
They lookin' for the shit
Am
C
And by golly they found em
Buried under the ground
Am
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Thinkin' bout what he has done
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Thinkin' if he keep doin' it
C
One day the money'll come
I wonder if his sons can get it done
Am
If he wanted to become that son of a gun
I'd leave him home
C
when he wanted to get drugged
Then he'd come back and slum back
Am
on that hoe that he wronged
C
And you can't do shit but drop your
head and fuckin' disgust
Am
Yeah, this underdog shit has to stop
Cause if they had an ounce of respect
or half a cock
C
You'd fuckin' admit that every song
Am
that I smashed you to drop
And your career would've been done,
bitch, like it or not
C
Am
I came to take my crown back,
it's about time
So you about face and I'll
be about mine
C
Am
Every nigga that shined on me
has been outshined
C
I'm rippin' new assholes
and snatchin' out spines
Am
C
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A
Am
Yeah! Yeah! Uh!
C
It's kinda hard not to be
a bitch
Am
A
when everybody tryin' to fuck you
They use you when they need you,
C
then do they best to duck you
Am
But since nobody called
to answer emails,
A
tell them to kiss my ass
Am
and spare me the fuckin' details
C
Cause ain't no such thing as
Am
the next best thing,
unless you talkin' bout how this is
better than three rings
C
Am
And niggas catchin' on like,
damn, he ain't wrong,
C
these niggas is gettin' grammys
from makin' T -Pain songs
Yeah!
Am
And you can blame it on that,
and if you got somethin' to say,
then you can lay it on whack
C
Cause I ain't disrespectin',
Am
I'm just pissed off a little bit
I put in all the work and
you get all the attention
C
And when they do they speeches,
Am
T -Pain they never mention
And that's how niggas
automatically get on my shit list
Am
I'm actually a nice dude
excuse my shitty attitude
Am
C
Am
Yeah! Talk to em
A
Am
C
Am
Yeah!
A
Am
C
Uh, it's kinda hard
A
And keep yourself happy,
and your kids askin'
C
We ain't got no money left, daddy
And you say yeah,
Am
A
but it fell into the wrong hands
That's some hard shit to say
But I'ma get it,
Am
motherfuckin' excuses
Plus these niggas thought they finally
got T -Pain to chuck the deuces
C
So they walk into my studio
Am
and play their fuckin' music
C
Then I play what I been doin',
they tell me it's fuckin' stupid
Then they leave,
Am
and tell they security I'm fuckin' losin'
And all them young firebeasts
was too fuckin' confusin'
C
They can't keep up with me,
Am
I'm classified as a nuisance
Then the next time that I see them,
they say they got newer new shit
C
But it sound just like the shit
Am
I showed them the first time
With way less music,
and way worse rhymes
Am
I'm sorry for the fallout
C
I'm cuttin' my phone off,
I bet you niggas call now
Am
A
Yeah
Am
Yeah
Outro 1
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