Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
Woo! I woke up this morning knowing I was right. I gotta be right,
C#m
cause I can't go wrong doing me, baby.
F#
G#m
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,
E
G#m
see they pitch game was lousy.
Trapped in the cocaine,
E
change lanes and reroute me
G#m
E
Mathematics that came was so lame,
I breathe outly
C#m
Inhale the cloudy,
D#m
spit the sun out my mouthpiece
F#
take bottles to the head like
Steve
G#m
Stout,
B
E
Beat you in the head with the pain
that cries out me
G#m
E
Thought the floor was dry like sand in
South
Beach
G#m
Ain't nothin' south about me
E
I set my bed from the bottom,
pen the sickest problem
G#m
E
Child that you encountered, bow wow
G#m
Same founder found
the most ill -mannered
E
Sick ballot, black talent
G#m
E
You can build houses with
the bricks y niggas droppin'
C#m
I was poppin' like hot grease
D#m
Beats need a autopsy
E
F#
When I speak, I leave them all off -key
D#m
E
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
G#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna
be right
E
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
G#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
E
Just singin', stabbed in my back like
Christ did
Rodney
G#m
E
King tried that shit and got
hit with night snicks
Martin
G#m
E
Luther preached peace,
even he got sniped at
X'd
E
G#m
What you expect but excitement when the boss
E
add you to the fire and ignite shit
G#m
E
Bombs like eunitis leave
you stiff as arthritis
Arthorite shit
D#m
E
That sharp as icepicks and rikers
F#
Though I don't think these niggas
G#m
caught the niceness
I said can live righteous,
E
get stabbed in my back like
Christ did, I bled
G#m
E
From the same frost the bars
flow as priceless
G#m
My edge is that I'm close to the ledge
E
G#m
And I spit hollow heads from gunpowder
thoughts that run through my head
Infrared beams pain dreams
G#m
E
Get fed , do the same
stream that shoot insulin
C#m
D#m
I said, if a red hot steam roller
The flow of lawnmower,
F#
D#m
your ass is grass
E
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
G#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
E
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
G#m
If bein' me is wrong,
E
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
G#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
E
came out with a crime, many roads across,
G#m
and being me is wrong,
E
G#m
E
C#m
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
D#m
E
F#
Gdim
G#m
E
G#m
E
G#m
E
G#m
you
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