Tonart: G# minor•
Verse 1
I've been doing this consistant, I ain't
never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
E
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
G#m
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
Harlem nigga, the men in black
Verse 2
Verse 1:
(hey) I'm in the Rover grinding
wit' a couple older women
And all the windows down just so you can know
G#m
I'm winning (yea thats me)
But if the doja trippin' trust
there wont be no avenges (why)
I'll put you all in trunks,
E
like you niggas going swimming (blaat)
Get you off quick,
for the slow dough I'm spendin' (what's dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen
G#m
(when?) soon as I throw a lincoln
Not to overmention nigga
you was cheap (why)
If you cripple me,
E
I'd still be on my feet
Llyircally I'm heat,
turn these creeps into dirt garbage (basura)
I got that hunger that you had
when you first started
G#m
Hood to the burbs (suburbs) hardest
truly a G (who?)
JR writer that nigga you salute
Verse 3
when you see, cuz
I've been doing this consistant, I
ain't never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
E
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
G#m
E
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
G#m
Harlem nigga, the men in black
Verse 4
Verse 2:
I'm a diplomat OG,
you's a midget scrap stop
'Fore this fifth or Mac pop,
sit you in a black box
G#m
Got my fitted cap twisted back,
in the lac drop
Theres some chick i mack,
E
in the back givin that top
I'm a smooth mothafucka, with
Killa rap props
The kid is trash not,
I am skipping past hot
G#m
You ain't spittin crack rock, new airs with the see- through fronts,
chump (why?)
E
So you can see my diplomat socks ha
You ain't heard of who? i skip by
in convertibles
At Summer Jam performing for
G#m
50,000, where were you?
E
Fuck what they said, you forever a biter
G#m
And ain't got enough swag
Verse 5
to be better then Writer, cuz
I've been doing this consistant, I ain't
never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
E
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
G#m
E
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
G#m
Harlem nigga, the men in black
Outro 1
G#m
E
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