Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
Divine.
Divine.
In the hood, yeah.
Yeah.
Bm
F#m
Oh shit. the hood, yeah.
I got my man
Divine.
In the hood, yeah.
New
York
City.
G
A
Oh shit.
F#m
I'm still right here, bitch,
ayy, we be killin' em
I'm still right next to rack,
we be killin' em
Cold night, past nights,
get it right, we be killin' em
G
We be killin' em, we be killin' em
F#m
I never lose my cool
Haters only movin' in circles like hula hoops
If you talkin' to me, bitch, who are you?
I rock while the beat pops like
Moulin
Rouge
Rap town, boom, ah, yay
Whatever they say, I never lose my faith
They justin' for the fame and fancy cities
G
But all they do is hangin' out like
F#m
I work harder, read and write
Keep cookin' up the beef,
you ain't eatin' right
See how I'm shinin'? I
don't need your light
I gotta feed the streets
so the streets is hype
Like
Williams, we be killin' em'
G
Rushin' like an adrenaline monster
F#m
Block us, you don't want no drama
We're hip -hop's
F#m
I'm still right next, bitch, ay
We be killin' em'
I'm still right next to rack
We be killin' em'
Crow, night, pass, nice, get it right
We be killin' em'
F#m
Like a lady, number one
G
D
I can't help that I'm the bomb
F#m
If my shit is out on racks
G
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
F#m
Watch for the boom
Guess who pops in the room
Lookin' like a chick from the block or crew
She rocks some dudes,
she rocks some ladies
G
Flippin' the rhythm until
she tops the graders
A
F#m
Bm
So by the way, I gotta say
F#m
I'm lovin' to stick my ass in your face
Cool and crazy, like a lady
I'ma show what
F#m
Bitches fall when I'm
ignoring their weak shit
You ain't no chick from
Victoria's
Secret
Your ugly ass and your
raps need a makeover
G
A
I'll take over if these games over
F#m
I'm still right here, bitch, ay
We be killin' em
I'm still right next to rack
We be killin' em
Pro night, past nights
Get it right, we be killin' em
We be killin' em
G
F#m
Pro night, we be killin' em
Kronite, back on the block like
Quincy
Every bar I spit, it's like a shot of
Swinsky
Too hot, take a swig of that nitro
That knock gon' have
you movin' in a cycle
I'm like no other, call me one in the mail
With skills, I should ghostwrite for
Shaq
A
O 'Neal
F#m
Run my six -figure deal, I'm past nice
G
Kronite, pick your favorite rappers,
F#m
Chum s look at me shite,
but I shake their hand
Cause I consider every hater a secret fan
Holy bird, damn, fam, we killin' them
The game and its flames don't
bother my equilibrium
I'm on my own dick, like getting a massage
It gets love for being me,
G
and not for acting hard
F#m
God is my witness,
keeps me true and humble
G
But I want my championship
F#m
I'm still right here, bitch,
ayy, we be killin' em'
I'm still right next to rack,
F#m
we be killin' em'
Cold night, past nice, get it right,
we be killin' em'
Ayy, we be killin' em'
you
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