Tonart: Db major
Intro 1
C
C
Db
F#
Db
F#
F
Verse 1
don't do that pop rap,
it's not a part of my chain
But I ain't mad at you fool,
you can do your thing
F
I'm forward, willing to chill
and still riding in my lane
C
The songs that I built ain't for phonies,
ain't made for lames
This ain't made for industry faggots
that play games
This is made for stand -up niggas
caught in the game
Eb
F
I'm tryna make a change,
crack the book, flip the page
C
C
I make rap for grown -ass folks,
peeps comin' to vaze
C
I left that other stage,
you a clown, you can stay there
And I ain't here to please
Fm
F
That's the short way to fail,
you can tell you're tall
C
Tell, put yourself on a pedestal,
long way to fall
the windows can tell it all
You ain't nice,
C
cause you sing a bunch of metaphors
Fm
line you up and pick you off
Eb
Wipe the ham off and thoroughly
It's rooftop drama, sky high panorama
Fm
F
Got the boss and the sniper ahead
F
Fm
He who wins is he who dares
sky high panorama
Fm
F
Got the boss and the sniper ahead
He who wins is he who dares
He who wins is he who yells
C
He gon' win this nigga dead
S .P. Triggerman,
the hit word for Lilian
Soundboy for dead,
C
me and Bam bust a killer plan
F
Fake cats got a lot of talk,
C
but always come up short
This is East Coast stomp,
Bare knuckles scuffle,
moving like tea in trouble
take the break to the maximum
C
These bitches getting rocked
for the fame, Kim Kardashian
I load the S .P. with twelve hundred missiles,
C
my sound's a dangerous signal
Db
C
They get respect from real niggas
Gb
who shoot they pistol
F
C
This is Sunnyside Queen's finest
C
C
Your whole team get the D -minus LB and Sadiq,
that's Supreme Giants
C
I stayed in the lab workin' ex -science
Eb
F
These sons goin' out on
The boy in the C -facie,
C
he steady on the mission
Hitman like Bernie Cassie
Rooftop drama
C
C
Sky high panorama
Fm
F
Got the boss in the sniper head
Fm
C
He who wins is he who did
C
F
Db
Gb
Db
C
They make a move only when
Can't get over on me,
I'm up early A .M.
Eb
F
When the birds chirping
I be working my ass off
C
I'm my own boss, invest paper
and I pay the cost, reap the benefit
C
Ain't no regular shit here,
violate my fam
C
I'ma blast you in the atmosphere,
Eb
F
move through the city's veins
Like the A -Train, 2 -Train,
sorta like Hella Wayne
C
Touchin' different parts of the organs,
Brooklyn's my origin
Keep my blood pumpin',
y 'all niggas ain't sayin'
every line is passion
C
Spazzin', bustin' down tracks,
C
Imagine boots comin' down,
smashin' your back and you lackin'
And so that I'm tryna put
Fm
F
My to -do list while you slackin',
sleepin'
That shit comin' out
the tells creepin'
C
Callin' them stuffed to a
jeans last weekend
C
Freakin', smellin' like pussy juice,
Eb
F
You goin' down,
way down while I'm peakin'
Reachin' my summit and seen it,
believe it
F
C
Keepers of the lost art,
we holdin' the keys and shit
And y 'all locked out for 40 seasons
F
Reasons, high treasons,
fucked up with them demons
It's chance, that's life,
see the world's gotta see
this
Thank
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