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