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