Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
Em
Em
n***a breathin', I'm a
For every day a n***a breathin',
Em
I remember fuckin' up my lies
and had me losin' faith
Now I'm chargin' n****s
D
750 just to see my face
Em
This my EP, but after this,
I'm finna drop my tape
I'm on TV, you see me,
D
just gotta search my name
Em
I ain't me either, I ride a wave, I went
Call her B .B. for big peas
D
and then I change the game
Em
Found me knee -deep in shit,
this creek was eatin' raisin cane
Bitch, I got this out the mail,
Em
Bitch, I know your ass is square,
cause your pops a lame
Pour the six of Wocky in my pop,
Em
For every day a n***a breathin',
I'm a paper chase
I ain't remember fuckin' up my last,
Em
Now I'm chargin' n***a 750
just to see my face
This my EP, but after this,
Em
I'm on TV, you see me,
just gotta search my name
I ain't me either,
D
I ride a wave, I went and found my lane
Em
Call Hot B .B. for big peas
and then I changed the game
Found me knee -deep in Schitt's Creek was
Em
Em
eatin' raisin' cane
Em
I started all that dog -talk,
you know you heard about it
And we the hardest in the city,
ain't no way around it
Em
And I been taxin' for the weed,
the cutie's four thousand
He probably got a better price,
but I got better ounces
Em
When I shop with Sleep,
pay me in blues
and niggas better count em
Reap it louder, keep that bitch with me
cause I can't leave without her
Em
Money power,
that's what keep me going,
that's what keep me balanced
Extra hours, I put in at work,
Em
you see me liv ing out
Em
in
Em
Fuck the police, I'd rather shoot
than put my hands up
I can tell you how to come up,
D
nigga, get your grams up
Em
You been rapping for some years,
get your fans up
I done did a lot of shit,
D
but I'm not saying much
Em
Fuck that lil' shit, I'm on my feet,
I had to stand up
Wanna shout out the
guy that leave me flat,
D
and now he lay in slump
Em
Talk behind my back,
but when I ask,
you get the plan done
Em
And these niggas gettin' whacked
D
Em
just for playin' tough
Roll another wood, I call it blazin' up
How you had your gun
when you got robbed?
Em
You the type of nigga had no cheese
and say you savin' up
Comin' down the
court, ain't shoot a three,
D
cause bitch, I laid it up
Em
How's niggas rappin' bout a chop,
but never made a buck?
Make a couple songs a week for
Em
Call a playa inside the field,
I'm bout to fake a punt
Niggas say we comin' to they party
Em
For every day a nigga breathin',
I'm a paper chase
I ain't remember fuckin' up my last
Em
and had me los in' faith
Now I'm chargin' niggas 750
just to see my face
This my EP, but after this,
Em
I'm on TV, you see me,
just gotta search my name
I ain't me, eat all right away,
but when it found my lane
Caught hot BB for a big piece
and then I changed the game
Found me knee -deep in shit,
D
Em
this creek was eatin' raisin canes
D
Em
Bb
D
Em
D
Thanks
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