Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Woo! I woke up this morning knowing I was right. I gotta be right,
Cm
cause I can't go wrong doing me, baby.
F
Gm
Yeah, I flow southpaw,
ain't nothing right about me.
Can they take the game to
BMall?
That's what they write about me.
Critics try, doubt me.
Try three, strike out me.
Till I took my first swing,
Eb
Gm
see they pitch game was lousy.
Trapped in the cocaine,
Eb
change lanes and reroute me
Gm
Eb
Mathematics that came was so lame,
I breathe outly
Dm
spit the sun out my mouthpiece
F
take bottles to the head like
Steve
Gm
Stout,
B
Eb
Beat you in the head with the pain
that cries out me
Gm
Eb
Thought the floor was dry like sand in
South
Beach
Gm
Ain't nothin' south about me
Eb
I set my bed from the bottom,
pen the sickest problem
Gm
Eb
Child that you encountered, bow wow
the most ill -mannered
Eb
Sick ballot, black talent
Gm
Eb
You can build houses with
the bricks y niggas droppin'
Cm
I was poppin' like hot grease
Dm
Beats need a autopsy
Eb
F
When I speak, I leave them all off -key
Dm
Eb
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Gm
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna
be right
Eb
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Gm
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Eb
Just singin', stabbed in my back like
Christ did
Rodney
Gm
Eb
King tried that shit and got
hit with night snicks
Martin
Gm
Eb
Luther preached peace,
even he got sniped at
X'd
Eb
Gm
What you expect but excitement when the boss
Eb
add you to the fire and ignite shit
Gm
Eb
Bombs like eunitis leave
you stiff as arthritis
Arthorite shit
Dm
Eb
That sharp as icepicks and rikers
F
Though I don't think these niggas
I said can live righteous,
Eb
get stabbed in my back like
Christ did, I bled
Gm
Eb
From the same frost the bars
flow as priceless
Gm
My edge is that I'm close to the ledge
Eb
Gm
And I spit hollow heads from gunpowder
thoughts that run through my head
Infrared beams pain dreams
Gm
Eb
Get fed , do the same
stream that shoot insulin
Cm
Dm
I said, if a red hot steam roller
The flow of lawnmower,
F
Dm
your ass is grass
Eb
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Gm
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Eb
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Gm
If bein' me is wrong,
Eb
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Gm
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Eb
came out with a crime, many roads across,
Gm
and being me is wrong,
Eb
Gm
Eb
Cm
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Dm
Eb
F
F#dim
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
you
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