Tonart: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
Am
C
Verse 1
that I've been,
you'll never go there
See the ghost in the corn,
he was born in that game
Eyes red, behind the fuckin' Ray -Bans
These rivalry lyrics, only few understand
So go with it, or go against the grain
It's an either -fucking -way
you're gonna find a shame
I'm scientific, it's a gangsterific
Am
Em
C
Em
Hit up on the wall, gang hieroglyphic
This is how I fucking view my life
How I see the world, how I shoot on sight
I'm Steve Walker, and I roll with force
I punish motherfuckers with no remorse
Is it wisdom, or am I cold as ice?
It's a bit of both when I'm
squeezing my knives
It's a rap boss,
through the darkness walkin'
Am
Em
It's the three pit bulls
C
Em
in my front yard barkin'
And nothin' else matters at this point
Catch the fame, drop the beat,
so we lacing that joint
C
Em
With the thunder,
Am
the fuckin' roar in the jungle
Em
These brittle motherfuckers in the mix,
they crumble
Tunnel vision when I see that drunken
Get up for his suit and his medical rob
It's called the Johnson,
for these infernal flames
Am
Em
Go to George Michael Flores
that's the condition I live with
Give a fuck about the bitches,
knowin' I take care of business
Ain't no walk, man,
I puck a bottle for triumph
Watch me devour fuckin' cowards
with the heart of a lion
So quit your whinin',
these violas flyin' through faces
Got my masters to murder,
C
committin' felony cases
I picture power and money
Am
Em
Fools get murked and kick up dirt,
C
these streets get bloody and muddy
Em
It's time for payback,
let's take a ride through the night
Payback, straight back,
these motherfuckers gon' die
They won't take me alive,
I choke on smoke from the muzzle
Stay on my hustle, I'm a baller,
missing piece of the puzzle
Ain't no surrender,
you never get to this level
And through the pale moonlight,
I take a walk with the devil
Tattoo ink of a soul, make reality shatter
Em
wipe this joy on me,
C
Em
cause nothing else matters
And nothing else matters,
after this boom
Am
Em
Catch the fame, drop the beat,
so we lacing the joint
With the thunder,
that fuckin' roar in the jungle
Am
Em
These brittle motherfuckers in the mix,
they crumble
Tunnel vision when I see that target
Get him for his suit and his medical garb
His father's chosen
for these infernal flames
Am
But we torch microphones
Em
C
Em
and leave no remains
The fiends come out
when they cheatin' and stealin'
And eighty out of hundreds
in the body pack leavin'
It's gon' face force,
it's on the grounds
And what that equal to,
is some lethal rounds
The Godfather methods,
I will sentence them
God rocks on the corner
like a Nashville belt
Esta madre, si que esta de aquellas
Am
It's what I hear em say,
C
Em
when they pour en botellas
De vulcanas, y patrón también
Give a fuck where you at,
porque estamos haciendo
Sail when it, it's who you listenin' to
It's your fire in the war,
I'll kill you out of the blue
Act right, and you live tonight
Act wrong and you gone
Am
Em
by the end of the song
A life long, full of struggle and pain
Am
Em
Make a righteous motherfucker
Em
And nothing else matters, at this point
Am
Em
Casting fame off the beat,
so we lacing the joint
With that thunder,
that fuckin' roar in the jungle
Am
Em
These brittle motherfuckers in the mix,
they crumble
Tunnel vision when I see that target
Get him for his truth
and his medical qualms
Restore the sourcing
for these infernal flames
Am
Before we torch microphones
Em
C
Em
and leave no remains
Life, it brings forth mystery so I equip
A sick ass delivery on a mission
To come up on some cash
The task force just found my fucking stash
So I hit up a broad, loaded with ends
White pretend, let the games begin
Pull up to the connect,
with schemes in my mind
Let me get three grams
and a dime of that white
You see my placazo,
right next to my barrio
Veneno, homie,
I'm that fuckin' writer
Heartbreaking fool,
using high knots for a two
To get my way, organize a melee
Walk the main line, takin' like a bomb
Out in the calles for an M .E. site comb
With toxic fumes, beats are infested
Am
Em
Nothing else matters,
Em
And nothing else matters at this point
Casting fame by the beat,
so we lacing the joint
With that thunder,
that fuckin' roar in the jungle
Am
Em
These brittle motherfuckers in the mix,
they crumble
Tunnel vision when I see that target
Get him for his youth
and his medical warrants
For these infernal flames,
Am
before we torch microphones
Em
C
Em
and leave no remains
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