Tonart: G major
Intro 1
F
G
Am
C
F
I had woke up one morning, cut
Verse 1
F
the TV on
G
And they was talking about hip -hop
Am
What hip -hop used to be
C
And how it's out of breath now
F
I'm like, damn, we in the new year
Hip -Hop's still out of breath
So while I'm in the booth,
G
you know I'm talkin' vibe
Am
And what y 'all grew up listenin' to
C
Is not what we grew up listenin' to down here,
I get angry sometimes, but I gotta cool down
G
I gotta close all the traps
and get back on my
motherfuckin' P's and Q's
C
I gotta thank the Lord two times
One is just for bein' here
F
The other every day, wakin' up,
feelin' that fresh air
G
I guess I'm lucky mama,
ain't dead or in jail
Am
I forgot to thank my lawyer,
C
give me off them 20 years
F
It's like a full time job, like to kill niggas
Drive me, I'll put them hours in to kill niggas
I got too much to lose
Am
I got that whole Georgia on my back,
F
I put them bricks down,
picked up a microphone
It's like my city streets,
I'm going through a zone
G
You not helping if you hatin',
need to get gone
Am
I'm like a light switch,
C
I'm trying to keep the south on
F
I put the pots down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the counters in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
then the south was where it's at
F
I just need to put the pots
down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the counters in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
then the south was where it's at
I gotta keep on movin'
Like some boxing gloves,
G
my lyrics keep on bruisin'
Any contender, no matter the gender
Am
C
This ain't bone thug, but no surrender
F
With this monster flow,
it's made for gettin' dope
Niggas, they think it's dope,
they ask me what it's gettin' for
G
They say hip -hop is dead,
why spit it like a chopper?
Am
They say, please, ain't that way,
C
why you think I'm gonna pop ya?
F
This out, you cannot stop us,
on the low, you tryna diss us
I hear you fuck niggas
every time I hit your town
G
Acting like it's all love,
when I turn this down
Am
C
Try to steal, I slam, try to steal,
F
I slam to put the pots down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the counters in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
then the suffers were sad
F
I put the pots down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the counters in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
then the South was way back
F
They say it's a time for war,
and a time for laugh
I want what time came,
I want what time passed
all we do is make party music
Am
We'll do this all again, this club,
F
While we drunk and zooted,
nigga, we might just lose it
You didn't know that we in the
bitch with them toolies
G
Cause you see a baller lookin' like,
like a movie
Am
C
I'm an active fool, so don't try to do
F
Cause we do the motorcycle,
don't make a tall crew
But like tall crews,
I'll miss the mission possible
G
I could be rude, grab that chopper,
knock the block off you
Am
But I'll be insensible,
C
simply tryin' to talk to you
F
Need to put the pipes down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the counters in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
then the suffering's worth it
F
I just need to put the pots
down for a minute
And clear all the dust
on the cobbles in the kitchen
G
I don't need a pen or a pad,
just a mic and a stack
Am
If you thought it was dead,
C
F
G
Am
then the suffering's worth it
C
F
I gotta thank the Lord two times
One just for being here,
the other every day
Wakin' up, feelin' fresh air
G
Am
C
F
C
I gotta thank the Lord two times
One just for being here,
the other everyday,
waking up, feeling fresh air
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