Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
A
Yeah
Am
F
Am
Uh -huh, holla at me y 'all
Am
F
the Benz is with the Gucci luggage
Am
F
Bb
Am
Still thorough and rugged the case is a coupe a but y
A
Am
F
'all niggas do play Virtuoso KT I'm jazz.
Am
F
Oh y 'all how we live
Bb
Am
Used to have blocks in a smash,
rocks in a stash
Now I breathe life in the beats
like an oxygen mask
F
Pass like a toxin to gas,
Am
got it locked in mass
Bb
like a optimist's lash
Am
Lot of y 'all just rap,
I'm an author of bestsellers
Probably go platinum off an
album of acapellas
F
Keep it gutter, gangsta, I keep it gully
Am
F
Am
KD spit, get more head than a scully
Why y 'all think that?
My flow's the slickest
Thought pattern the quickest
and delivery the sickest
Am
niggas know to either of,
Bb
Am
spec the grind or ex pect the nine
Now who won't test what,
he gon' get touched,
he won't get much
Right hand gat clutch,
Bb
from the streets to a star,
beats to the bars, hoes to the cars
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
F
When mines only a crown could fit
Whippin' through town with
F
With enough ventards you
when it's cool to snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
F
Fables and squares pullin'
F
and they ain't holdin' nothin' down,
Bb
Am
but they nervous, Smith, yeah
Execute moves in a measured manner,
pexel move, heavy hammer
Hands direct the rules,
Am
At first swear on the honor
system that I heard
Bb
Tearin' bomb the rhythm
when the song is hittin'
Am
You in the wrong position,
that's the opposing side
It's cold as life, look,
narrator book through frozen eyes
F
Am
I write pages like glaciers in the ice ages
F
Am
And life flavors a dozen rice papers
Fuck what y 'all say
I do my thang on every day
of the week
and get plenty play from the freaks
F
Bb
F
Am
We go all out and we never look back
Bb
Am
Hold on, it's like a book bag,
virtuoso
Nobody's ripping me, cause this is me
It's the kiss of death from Adonis Sicily
F
Music's deep in my blood,
Am
the feeling's so strong
F
Bb
When you put this record on,
Am
the needle stick in my arm
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
F
When mine's only a crown for fit
Whippin' through town
Am
with astounding chicks
Bb
you could drown in it
when it's cool to snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
Bb
Fables and squares pullin'
pounds with rounds
And they ain't holdin' nothin' down
Am
but they nervous smith
Yo, even if the bass and treble
was gone
Ain't no weed to smoke
to get you high enough to the level I'm on
F
Am
I done spit with the best MCs,
impressed MCs
Still constantly rappers are testin' me
Stayin' festin' beats
with the toxic, grimy flows
That bring tears to your fiber optics
Am
as I snatch cats, attach cats
Blast on fools, makin' them skits,
I blast back
You know my tongue
Spit more complete games
than Cy Young,
fuck with Vert, die young
Am
my wrist drip amethyst
Bring hell to your vision
like television evangelist
I've stolen your man and rolled up a gram
Got more chicks holding my dick
than you've had holding your hand
Smoking pencil lead,
F
Am
pop yogurt in the headlock
Make you start to pee to the beat
till you wear a red sock
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
When mine's only a crown
F
for fit women through town
Am
With astounding chicks,
Bb
you could drown in it
when it's cool as snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
F
Fables and squares pullin'
F
And they ain't holdin' nothin' down
Bb
but they nourishment
Am
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
F
When minds only a crown can fit
Whippin' through town
Am
with astounding chicks
F
With enough vintage you
Bb
Am
can drown in it
Then what is this,
when it's cool as snitch
A
Am
When money spittin' is counterfeit
Bb
pullin' pounds with rounds
F
Bb
And they ain't holdin' nothin' down
but they Jeremy Smith
Outro 1
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