Tonart: E major
Verse 1
Bb
I ain't just an artist,
Dbm
Bb
I put foes under
Dbm
When I hit the target, I unload thunder
Bb
Dbm
That a turnin' on gunner
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
Bb
Skatin' off like he gresky
Dbm
in some hockey gear
Bb
Bumpin' your gums to
Dbm
pumpin' your tongue
I bump in the sun,
Bb
he'll jump out his ones
Listen, fuck where you from
Bbm
or what you be come
Dbm
Bb
A chump or a bum,
either way I'm jumpin' in funds
Dbm
Bb
It ain't a damn thing,
Dbm
you gettin' hand chained
Bb
I could raise more money
Dbm
cause it ain't a damn game
Bb
I'm buying champagne, nigga,
Dbm
it's a damn shame
Bb
Hats rappin' bout squeezin' clips,
Dbm
Bb
squeezin' gats
And when it lead to that
Dbm
Bb
His feet are leadin' traps,
Dbm
keep me out your measly raps
Bb
I stomp you out with knikes,
Dbm
that's what I call a sneak attack
Bb
Get your sneakers taxed,
Bbm
Dbm
couple of your people slapped
Bb
Where you wanna meet me at?
Bbm
Dbm
I ain't with the meet and chat
Bb
You gon' need your straps,
same for your buddy
Dbm
Bb
Since you came with your buddy,
Dbm
you gon' label them cussy
Bb
I put loonies on your roof,
ain't got goonies
Dbm
Bb
that'll shoot you for Canadian money
Bb
Dbm
I ain't just an artist, I put foes under
Bb
When I hit the target,
Bb
That'll turn a known gunner
Dbm
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
Bb
Skatin' off like he gresky in
the punk on your tongue
Dbm
Now bumpin' his son,
Bb
he'll jump out his wounds
Bb
Listen, I stay round there
Dbm
with Trey Pym's man
Bb
Dbm
A clown there, he gon' see A -Round flair
Bb
He gon' stay there, I'm the nigga,
Dbm
you gon' lay down stairs
Bb
When you play like a do -rag
Dbm
and lay down here
Ebm
Dbm
The NervaLion, word to Sire
Bb
I'll lay you in some dirt
Dbm
Bb
like some fertilizer
I'm a work supplier,
Dbm
dealin' with some strong crack
Bb
Once you see the combat
Bb
That's how they on track
Dbm
Runnin' to his mom's shack
Bb
Pullin' signs of condacts,
Dbm
put it on his bald cap
Bb
Dbm
But it fall back, playin' with me homes
Bb
On his block, I look like
Dbm
I got NATO on the phone
Bb
Lay it on your dome for playin' sick
Dbm
Bb
Jay Slick, if you don't
believe in the God
Dbm
Dbm
Then you's a atheist
Bb
Got these haters sick,
Dbm
what they even rappin' for?
Bb
I laugh at them and pass them off
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