Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
It's
Gm
not
man, it's where you're at
I'm at the point of no return,
F
there ain't no turning back
Gm
Bb
Take control and hit the gas,
west coast, in fact
Eb
Flat terrain through mountain ranges,
Bb
every inch on the map
Gm
Bb
You've seen it all, strange faces,
many keep coming back
Eb
Half the reason why we keep it raining,
Bb
Gm
banging on tracks
Besides the fact I learned
I never forsake
Gm
This music's therapeutic,
Bb
kept the bullet right in its place
Gm
Bb
Run your words, spit it raw,
sling a box full of merch
Cm
Bring em troops, they get awed,
Gm
watch the kids put a rope
Bb
Let em know and let it go,
Gm
give em all that you got
Cm
Load a clip and let it rip,
Bb
Gm
yeah, give it a shot
Season the pot,
Bb
Gm
Bb
keep the product sizzlin' hot
Cm
Bag it up and distribute
Bb
that shit yourself on the block
Gm
Bb
Can't knock the hustle man,
Gm
Bb
it's only on top
Cm
The game is hustle fam,
I cop the fee, but second is drop
Bb
Gm
Cm
When the sun comes up,
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground runnin',
Bb
I'ma keep goin', no pumpin' the price
Cm
Gm
Eb
You're fakes and making moves,
Cm
F
you're running the place
Gm
Bb
While we bought a job
Gm
all around the clock
Gm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Cm
Bb
until we put in the dirt
Gm
Bb
Look, punch in the clock,
you know I'm up in the spot
No time to fuck around and kick it,
Gm
throwing back shots, it's a rot
Bb
Cause all I got is one shot,
you know I strive for the top
Eb
I'm on the bottom coming up,
you're thinking I'm gonna stop
F
Gm
Just stop,
Bb
I'm putting overtime on the grind
I guarantee I'm gonna
shine
Eb
between standing crazy,
Bb
I'm on the borderline
Gm
Bb
Far as the fine puttin' at work,
who's fuckin' with this?
God's my witness, yeah,
F
I be handin' rappers pink slips
Gm
Bb
Cm
If they did shit, say my name
Bb
and you're not respected
Cm
You most likely applied to the game
Bb
and you got re jected
Gm
Bb
Cm
Neglected, but don't get it twisted,
Cm
I spent years buildin' up
Bb
that pressure in my bubble
Gm
Bb
Just tryin' to pop up on the ground
for too long
Cm
Feelin' it ain't gonna happen
Bb
like I write from too long
Gm
Bb
But every time I'm feelin'
Cm
Bb
like it's time to move on
Cm
I say, fuck it, pick up my pen
Gm
and I write a new song
Cm
And when the sun comes up
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground running,
Bb
I'ma keep going, no going for the brakes
Gm
You fakes ain't making moves,
Cm
F
you're running the place
Gm
Bb
While we on a job all around the clock
Gm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Cm
Bb
Gm
until we put in the dirt
Bb
The gang's in a lot of trouble
Bb
space men comes on the double
Gm
Bb
A lot of personal circles,
everyone's in a huddle
To the point, always come back
just like rebuttals
Gm
Bb
Tryna be me like wanna be me's
While the game asking
why like I'm a BC
Gm
Bb
I'm in this game, kinda 3 -3
Eb
Pippin' these limits,
Bb
no pool when he speak
Gm
Bb
Cm
Sweating my lines but still can't follow
I'm really transferring that envy
Bb
Gm
around from the cosmos
Bb
Cm
They game don't really rig most cats
Bb
Gm
It's saying ain't that F -H -I -T
Bb
Gm
Now let me name names
Cm
for who I think stinks
G and J hurt my nose
Gm
like throw up from pink drinks
Bb
Gm
Bigger than the Northwest,
Cm
Cause I rap for the world
Bb
just like Santa's help
Gm
Cm
When the sun comes up
Bb
till the sun goes down
Cm
I'm on the ground running,
Bb
I'ma keep going, bumping the brakes
Gm
You fakes ain't making moves,
F
you're running the place
Gm
Bb
Gm
While we bought a job all around the clock
Gm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Cm
Bb
Gm
Bb
F
Gm
Bb
until we put in the dirt
You
Gm
Bb
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