Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
Uh, 1 -2, bring my levels up,
they gotta hear me, yeah,
Eb
live from Harlem world, Zeus, uh,
Niggas try to stick with me,
but they been getting crossed
Gm
You better check my history
like you was insecure
but claim that you be getting off
Gm
How could you fuck with me,
Eb
your tape be getting menopaused
I should G -Mac,
but I'm plotting where you be at
Gm
I'll park you anywhere,
like I'm riding in a Fiat A
Fiat, nigga, relax,
Eb
you bout to make me relapse
Gm
Karrueche with the body pic,
Eb
nobody wanna see that
Gm
Eb
All my tracks is a classic,
I don't clash with these rappers
Gm
All that trash you performin',
y 'all don't match up with Cassius
Eb
I have you staggering backwards,
then it's ashes to ashes
Gm
Hope you got the ways
that if I ever catch you in traffic
Eb
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher,
and you's a passive aggressor
Gm
Pickin' who you on friction with,
more like static selector
Me, I spaz on whoever,
Eb
what's a pimp to Neutrogena?
Gm
I'm dead cold with it,
F
Kanika Jenkins in the freezer
Eb
I'm clinically crazy,
y can't lyrically fade me
can't you see how I'm killin' them, baby?
Eb
This is bigger than KG,
who can get with me lately?
Gm
I try to picture that shit,
and then the picture get grainy
Eb
Maybe you niggas just lazy,
or your lyrics fugazi
Gm
If you claim that I'm bitin',
you must be livin' with rabies
Eb
How you think that you made me?
Gm
Eb
Man, you frauds need to get in tune
and Duke the God in the living room
Mean, I was 18,
Marvin with the A -team Lines,
Bb
Gm
you can never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing
Eb
Gm
Ain't nobody feelin' you,
y 'all ain't with the game fiend
Eb
Bb
I had most of the city blue
Gm
when I was in them state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden,
y 'all foldin'
Bb
Gm
I studied under Lamont Coleman,
Eb
Gm
heart frozen
Big L is where the heaven
got its flowin' from
Bb
Gm
They say that I be losin' it,
Eb
Yeezy ain't the only one,
beyond raw, want war,
Gm
get an encore DNA all over the place,
Kendrick Lamar tour
Eb
Yeah, this is hardcore,
who said they playin' hardball
Gm
I cook up so much hard,
I'm bout to send some
shit to Rob Ford
I'm killin' them with ease
Gm
Your girl don't want for nothin'
cause I give her what she need
that bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees
Eb
Gm
they bout to kick her out the league
how I dip through these instrumentals
Gm
But tell me how you got the title
when you in a rental
Eb
I see them skits you into,
keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
Gm
I put the stiff on your mental,
welcome to 50 Central
Eb
It's a fact, I lose friends when I rap
Gm
Fuck a la bel, I'm independent,
I want everything back
Not to mention I'm crackin'
Eb
Gm
so much of a rap god
You niggas is whack,
Eb
I should mumble my last bar Zeus
Gm
Eb
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
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