Tonart: D# minor
Intro 1
Am
A
Am
Dm
Baby
Verse 1
back,
Am
Couple Grammys on him,
G
Am
couple packs, ayy
Dm
E
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Dm
And this one is for the champions
E
Am
Ain't lost since I began, yo
Dm
Funny how you said it was the end, yo
E
Am
Then I went did it again, yo
G
Am
Dm
E
I told you long ago, on the road
Am
I got what they waitin' for
G
Am
Dm
Don't run from nothin',
Am
Just tell him I ain't layin' low
Dm
You was never really rootin'
for me anyway
E
Am
When I'm back up at the top,
I wanna hear you say
Dm
Yeah, don't run from nothin',
Am
Just tell him that the break is over
G
Am
Dm
Need a, uh, need a, uh, uh,
E
need a couple more ones
Am
Need a pack on every song,
Dm
Am
need me like one with Nicki now
G
C
Dm
Tell a rap nigga
I don't see ya, huh,
E
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, huh
Am
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, huh,
but these niggas bitches love me dear
G
Am
Dm
E
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, oh, let's do it
I just ain't release my new shit
G
Am
Dm
I blew up,
E
now everybody tryna sue me
but the hood call me Doobie
Dm
And this one is for the champions
E
Am
Ain't lost since I began, yeah
Dm
Funny how you say there was a year,
yeah
E
Am
Then I went and did it again, yeah
G
Am
Dm
E
I told you long ago, on the road
Am
I got what they waiting for
G
Am
Dm
Falling from nothing,
Am
Just tell them I ain't laying low
G
Am
Dm
You was never really root
ing for me anyway
E
Am
When I'm back up at the top,
I wanna hear you say
G
Am
Dm
You don't run from nothing,
dawg, get your soul
E
Am
Just tell him that the break is over
Dm
My track record so clean
E
Am
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be getting too flashy
Am
Dm
let the world gas me
E
It's too late, cause I'm here to stay
Am
And these girls know that I'm nasty
I sent her back to her boyfriend
Dm
E
With my handprint on her ass cheek
Am
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell him all to keep making posts
G
Am
Dm
Wish he could, but he can't get close
Am
He chokin' up while he makin' toast
I'm the type that you can't control
G
Am
Said I would, then I made it,
Dm
E
so I don't clear up rumors
Am
Where's y sense of humor?
I'm done makin' jokes
G
Am
Dm
Cause they got old like baby boomers
Turn my haters to consumers
E
Am
I make vets feel like they juniors
Say your time is comin' soon
G
Am
But just like Ok lahoma
Dm
E
Mine is comin' sooner
Am
I'm just a late bloomer
I done peed in high school
G
Am
Dm
I'm still out here gettin' cuter
E
All these social networks and computers
Am
Got these pussies walkin' around
like they ain't losers
Dm
I told you long ago, on the road
E
Am
I got what they waitin' for
G
Am
Dm
Fallin' from nothin',
Am
Just tell him ain't layin'
G
Am
Dm
You was never really rootin'
for me anyway
E
Am
When I'm back up at the top,
I wanna hear you say
Am
G
Am
Dm
He don't run from nothin',
dawg, get your soul
E
Am
Just tell him that the break
Dm
E
is over
Am
Put me in the sweepin',
Dm
E
yeah
Am
Put me in the sweepin', yeah
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