Tonart: D# minor
Intro 1
G
F#m
G
Bm
F#m
A
Bm
G
Verse 1
F#m
Gold dummies,
Bm
server bundles are raw
F#m
Bm
G
Nig gas get shot,
Bm
F#m
fiends poke, hop in they arms
G
Accurate to Seattle,
Bm
we be hustlin' hard
A
G
Bm
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
F#m
Bm
see my hustlin' scars
G
F#m
Bm
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
F#m
Bm
My watch and my chain,
F#m
we doin' the buck fifty
G
A
You can get ten out the
Bm
A
door for a buck fifty
F#m
G
Amportino got work, my nigga,
come fuck with me
F#m
Try and play on this road
and get your soul snatched
G
Bm
F#m
I can tell that it's new,
this ain't the old batch
G
Bm
I can smell through the bag
A
because the odor's reekin'
G
All of my engines are new,
D
none of my motors squeakin'
G
F#m
My girls all on my phone
Bm
F#m
with baby mama drama
Bm
G
I smoke hella tree
Bm
G
F#m
just to ease through all the trauma
G
Bm
I got rank where I'm from,
like Franklin from Snowfall
G
I ain't tryin' to ball fast,
Bm
G
I'm cool with the slow ball
F#m
I ain't tryin' to fall fast,
Bm
F#m
I'm tryin' to last long
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
We knock the album out quick,
G
F#m
we on the last song
G
I'm the last
Bm
Don, double -disc masterpiece
F#m
Bm
G
Ampedesius,
Bm
a lyrical catastrophe
F#m
G
F#m
I'm pouring G in these streets
A
F#m
the way I be regulatin'
Bm
G
Bm
If you try to touch me,
F#m
then you'll be levitatin'
G
F#m
Flyin' down Rainier
like I'm a reindeer
Bm
G
I'm from Seattle
Bm
and I got all of my game here
G
F#m
Go dummy, server bundles are raw
G
Bm
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
F#m
hop in they arms
G
A
Bm
Accurate to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
A
G
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms
Bm
F#m
Bm
See my hust lin' stars
G
F#m
Bm
F#m
In the 745, doin' a buck fifty
Bm
My watch and my chain,
F#m
we doin' a buck fifty
G
A
You can get ten off the
dole for a buck fifty
G
F#m
Ampatino got work,
G
my nigga come fuck with you
Bm
A
Bm
So real, cold steel,
F#m
all cash up front is no deals
G
Bm
A
Cold chills when I open
Bm
A
F#m
the package up
To be real,
G
Bm
G
all these rappers wack as fuck
F#m
Bm
My bitch keep actin' up
So I went to the car lot
F#m
and bought an Acura
G
Hit her with the pole,
Bm
F#m
told her it's a gold
Bm
Put her on the road,
G
Bm
she came back with the load
G
This world cold,
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
so you better keep a straight smoke tree
F#m
But never seen my teeth in the pig
G
Bm
From OZs to Hokies
F#m
G
It's so deep I went
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G
Bm
from H to Hokies
G
Get no sleep
F#m
A
A .M .P. I'm so dope
F#m
Bm
If you ain't coppin'
work from the mob
F#m
G
It's no hoes, go broke
Bm
Tryna war with us
It's no joke
F#m
Bm
Plus I shoot like the
G
Warriors I won't smoke
F#m
Bm
Go dummy, several bundles of raw
F#m
G
Bm
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
F#m
hop in they arms
G
A
Bm
Accra to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
A
G
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
Bm
F#m
Bm
see my hust lin' scars
G
F#m
Bm
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
A
Bm
G
My watch and my chain,
Bm
F#m
we doin' the buck fifty
G
A
You can get ten off the door
for a buck fifty
F#m
G
Ampuccino got work, my nigga,
A
A
F#m
A
come fuck with me
A
F#m
G
Bm
F#m
Bm
G
Outro 1
You
F#m
G
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