Tonalidad: E minor
Verse 1
Fm
Gm
Fm
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
Dm
It's awesome, baby!
Gm
Dm
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Gm
Dm
yeah
Gm
Dm
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
Gm
When sketchin' a blue ink
Dm
I hop out the whip
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
Gm
Glisten with a stack of kicks
Fm
And to ask the martin
Gm
You ain't even been to ask the place
Dm
Yes sir, I tote mag
Gm
Sucks in my smoke bag
Dm
Vexed if I don't brag,
Gm
fresh with the Colts tag
Dm
You rappers are wack,
Gm
that's a mess in your notepad
Dm
Your wordplay is small,
Gm
go step up your vocab
Dm
My old man and grown man,
Gm
you all need to hold hands
Dm
Any beat creep,
Gm
I'm turnin' into Conan
Dm
Grown man, bro ham,
Gm
you should watch the pro jam
Fm
Even through a sunblock,
Gm
I done sold ten
Dm
Gm
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Fm
Gm
Dm
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
Gm
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Fm
Stackin' my ammunition,
F
Gm
Dm
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
Gm
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Fm
Gm
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
Dm
pardon, I'm that fire
Gm
How these niggas jackin' me,
F
Fm
Gm
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
Dm
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
Gm
You need years in for you
Dm
Gm
to even do what I do
Dm
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
D
Dm
D
but kept getting high,
Gm
losing the pack
D
Dm
D
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
Dm
you stacked,
Gm
Dm
I had nights looking like a cat fight
Gm
High maneuver with scratch, so please
Dm
Gm
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
Gm
Fm
F
Gm
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
Dm
I breeze past your strip quick,
Gm
Dm
breathe in that pith prick
Gm
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
Dm
My C's are ridiculous,
D
sickest, sickness
Dm
You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
D
Dm
Get the player dumping,
D
who in here frontin'
F
See a lot of lips moving,
Gm
still I don't hear nothin'
Dm
We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
F
We don't have to get along,
Gm
homie, we can get it on
Dm
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
F
See a lot of lips moving,
Gm
Dm
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
Dm
homie, we can get it on
You
F
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