Tonalidad: C# minor
Verse 1
Writer's block, part four
F
Heck, I'm back in the building
Am
Try tell these stupid nig gas,
F
Am
It's too easy for me
Unh, check it
These flaggerin' thugs got
hate in they blood
Shit, it may be the bars that cater to grudge
F
But I cater to drugs that take them above
Dm
You couldn't shit on a set
Am
if this was slave all love
Love your man's a menace,
get blammed in minutes
Tell it, jam or finish for this
band and tennis
Dm
F
Nigga, damn, I'm rented,
I done ran through ditches
Am
Dm
Blowing damn cake like
it had some candles in it
Am
Midget, I race past your fake ass
Bumping my music, but I ain't rate cash
Dm
Eat dirt, taste gas
F
Straight laugh at these haters who aim
Am
Dm
This street shit,
your whole style is radio fringe
Am
Look, when it's prime time,
bite our grime mines
Sean's blind, wrist brighter than Einstein
F
Couple OG's that's
Dm
rotten at five -nine
Four -O -Z, they'll wipe
out your timelines
Am
Put you in a box,
lettin' them guns clap
Press like a thumbtack,
F
Dm
left where you pump back
F
You peddlers dumb -whack,
the chef make it come back
Dm
I was stretchin' like I'm
gettin' ready to run track
Am
I'm on another level,
you peep my swaggin 'ness
These niggas swaggerless,
F
I'll show you how to swag this shit
Come through stuntin', lightin' a fat L
Dm
Ask that Martin have him lookin'
tighter than Maxwell
F
Am
Let a nigga front,
he'll be bitin' a cat shell
Dm
Am
A happy way these other niggas
Dm
lighted and passed out
F
Sweet as Laffy Taffy,
I get it crackin' scrappy
Dm
This'll be the only way
F
Am
you hear somebody clappin' at me
Give it up for the Critically Acclaimed
Dm
F
Dm
A .R. Fuckin' Ryder, whoo!
Am
What the fuck I'm talking about, man?
That boy speak the truth, man.
All these niggas ain't spittin'
it like you out here, man.
Dm
F
Nah, not at all.
These niggas too simple for you, Ryder.
Am
Dm
ABC flow, man.
You been doing this shit
Am
since Writers Block Part 1, nigga.
Dm
Am
And we still here, nigga.
Nigga, this right here
F
Dm
F
is what I call greatness, y 'all.
Am
Dm
Matter of fact, why y stop clapping?
Am
Stand up, salute this man.
Samocha Excellence right here.
That is Black Pro 4.
F
Dm
Let's go the fuck in, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
It's Dipset.
Outro 1
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Am
F
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Am
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