Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
Dm
F
Never in a million,
never in a million,
Am
F
never in a million
Am
Dm
Writer, when can they fuck with me?
F
Never in a million, huh?
Dm
F
When can they fuck with me?
in million, one more time
Dm
F
When can they fuck with me?
Am
Never in a million, never, never
Listen, poppy is about it
You be rockin' with the cowards
F
When I'm rockin' and it's crowded
Am
Em
And he plottin', gettin' out it
Am
So I doubt it, that's a nigga
really wanna see his box up under flowers
F
Am
With a Wallace, how I'm stylin' on him,
Em
I could be a stylist
Am
Put some dollars in his Amazon,
way before they cut the cameras on
Or before I met Cameron,
Em
he's a kid with his pampers on
Am
I was blamin' the can
at the family van,
yet the man even answer wrong
F
Am
You see it, brother, sick, so what?
Em
Yo, if you peanut butter shit with my jam,
come on
Am
This a champion song, they need me,
Dm
F
I'm the rappin' thunder
It's so easy, you couldn't reach me
Em
if you had my number
Am
No, but you cats are fronters,
and the truth, is that God I'm proof
Am
Em
you couldn't pass me by
with the far side group
Am
Check the archive dude,
I don't need to spit, I'm a G at this
And it ain't no joke,
Em
that you lame so broke,
you need a fix
Am
So go ski the brick,
cause the homie is a champion
I got these niggas,
you will swear
Em
I'm holding them for
Dm
F
ransom Friars!
Dm
F
When can they fuck with me? Huh?
Dm
F
When can they fuck with me?
F
Dm
Uh, when can they
Dm
F
When can they fuck with me?
One more time,
Dm
F
when can they fuck with me? Never
Am
Listen, I'm a pimp with a limp
And some dip blow ink,
Em
Tents low, like my shit don't stink,
Am
with this big ol' link
Pissed though, got my trench coat mint,
gotta leave ya
F
Am
Em
Twisted for cheaper, and a Cisco drink
Am
But you can't go stink, think,
I'm a pit with this rat
So I won't be a feature neither
Em
when I ask you to get on the track
Am
Come and get with this Mack,
I'll take ya bitch,
I'm a sister in the back
F
It's as simple as that, in fact,
Am
Em
have that bitch to my stacks
Am
I be spittin' that crack,
there ain't no fuckin' rapper wrong
F
I'm so potent, it'll make you say,
Am
Em
who snuck him past the border?
Am
You can find me, where it's grainy
and they stumble past the torture
No balloon fight,
Em
but I might have a couple bags of water
Am
Come in order, I can get you that,
check my aura
F
I'm a diplomat, writer's block,
Em
thunderbird, snorter
Come and slip some crack,
You just angry cause they shout ya
Em
Santa's little helpers
Dm
F
Dm
Writer!
F
Dm
There's a way to make it
F
There's a way to make it
There's a way to make it
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