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