Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
G#m
Am
This how you spank
F
E
when you from up top
G#m
Am
F
When you was born a lil' girl
E
F
E
-to -grammy half -knot
G#m
Am
That's why every time I rhyme
E#
E
it's like my last shot
Am
E#
Because I gotta fear
E
C#m
G#m
that failure is my last stop
E
Am
This how you spank
G#m
F
When you was born a lil' girl
Em
E
-to -grammy half -knot
G#m
Am
F
That's why every time I rhymed
Am
F
Because I gotta fear
Em
D
that failure is my last
Em
Bb
F
Got my shoes caked
up with mud
So now my words like black ink
replaced with blood
F#
F
Talkin' bout the last days
Am
F
but all I see is new beginnings
It's like it's the top of
the 10th in extra innings
I'm focused on winning
My dialogue requires some
attention
Bb
F
Understanding that some of the
weakest skills is retention
Bb
E
Bb
I'm sicker than the fever
The way I use the words is a symptom
Bb
F
Bb
Bro, you don't get none
Am
Tradecrafts for the millennium
Em
E
Get em, Wally Hopper,
D
Em
F
I'ma be that even if I'm not
E
G#m
Why should I do it
Am
Em
if I'm not gon' give it everything I got?
G#m
E
I cannot talk about a war
if I ain't never heard a shot
Am
G#m
Am
Lick off, I'm rippin' this hit,
E
F
And trust that I'm ready
Am
E
F
for any other stuff to kick off
Em
E
Am
From the home of the Pope,
Am
No matter how hard you try to rhyme,
F
E
Em
E
man, you're still soft.
G#m
Come on.
Em
E
when you from up top.
Am
F
When you was born a little girl
Em
to grind me half -knock.
Am
That's why every time I rhyme,
Em
E
it's like my last shot.
Am
E
Because I got a fear
Em
C#m
G#m
that failure's my last stop.
Em
E
when you from up top.
Am
When you was born a little girl
Em
to grind me half -knock.
Am
That's why every time I rhyme,
Em
E
it's like my last shot.
Am
E#
Because I got a fear
E
Em
D
that failure's my last stop.
E#
Am
All your million -dollar chains
G
and a million -dollar goatee
E#
G
E#
Catch you on the block
with a million -dollar showbie
A#
Million -dollar houses
E#
that you rented for cribs
I got a million different reasons
A#
not to believe where you live
E#
A#
E#
If you got one hot song
and this is all you can give me
A#
E#
It ain't because you just being stingy
A#
E#
It's cause you got a one -track mind
A#
E#
and you thinking it's flimsy
A#
E#
Knowing that that bank account empty
Am
E#
Am
These kids'll tell you quick,
E#
I know that dude is lying about that paper
E
G#m
Am
E
Your album sales just don't shape up
Am
You talking like you
Betty Crocker, homie,
Em
E#
better get that cake up
Am
E#
E
So fake, bruh, you need makeup
D#
E
I never heard
Am
G#m
Am
Faze spittin' verses
Em
about he richer than me
G#m
Am
And he one of the realest livin',
E#
homie, you catch his feelings
Am
Cause I'm spittin' hollow sales,
E#
Em
I'm a verbal desert eagle
E
Am
E#
You better come with all
Em
E#
when you from up top
Am
When you was born a little girl
Em
E
to grind me half -nock
Am
E#
That's why every time I rhyme,
Em
E#
it's like my last shot
Because I got a bit of failure,
Em
C#m
G#
it's my last stop
This how you spit
E#
Em
when you from up top
When you was born a little girl
Em
to grind me half -knock
That's why every time I rhyme,
it's like my last shot
Because I got a fear
that failure's my last stop
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