Tonalidad: G minor
Verse 1
E
G#m
F#
E
(CashMoneyAP)
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
F#
G#m
Not at all
Verse 2
stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
G#m
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F#
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
E
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
G#m
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
F#
No one can stop me, I
feel like the greatest
Verse 3
E
Hop in the foreign,
I'm driftin' all stupid
Niggas be broke like the fuck
is you doing?
G#m
Started off strong but there's
room for improvement
F#
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee,
I'm booming
E
Love ain't for me, now it's
static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way
that I sing
G#m
They ain't want Tjay before
this whole movement
F#
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm
doin' my thing
E
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
G#m
Bro got a chop with a
whole lot of range
F#
Said be consistent,
ain't none' gon' change
E
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
G#m
Move my mom out the hood,
do it properly
F#
Give a fuck if you look at me
awkwardly
E
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
G#m
Yeah, one day I was go
ing through stress
E
F#
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
E
And now I'ma just talk about
all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
G#m
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
F#
How I'm so grateful I am who I am,
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey on the pants, he did it again
G#m
Looking forward to a show in Japan
F#
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
E
Throwin' water on my
chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure,
now they shakin' my hands
G#m
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
F#
I know that's the reason they
hate, that's my gun on my waist
E
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
G#m
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
F#
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
E
We from the trenches,
it's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
G#m
Stay with a weapon,
it's either a Glock or a Wesson
F#
That bitch shoot you right in your face
Verse 4
E
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
G#m
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F#
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
E
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
G#m
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
F#
No one can stop me, I
feel like the greatest
Verse 5
E
Feel like the greatest,
I think I'm the G.O.A.T
Please don't get naked,
I just want the throat
G#m
Out of my Birkin, I feel like it's workin'
F#
Yeah, bitches be bur gers,
ain't even a joke
E
Feel like a star when I hop
in the Wraith
It don't matter the place,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
G#m
Only my brothers,
ain't fuckin' with lames
F#
I don't care what you tell me,
ain't nothin' gon' change
E
Ran up some bands,
now I'm up like a plane
I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny
G#m
I do what y'all do, I'ma stay in my lane
F#
Hop in the booth and I'm spittin' that pain
E
I was a youngin' that
couldn't be tamed
Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain
G#m
And I'ma get money regardless
F#
Kill a nig ga be easy, I'm heartless
E
I'm so young with a whole
lot of charges
In the booth I be workin' my hardest
Boy tried to diss me, I
G#m
swear that shit garbage
It won't be long 'til I
F#
walk down the carpet
E
Cop me a ladder, I took off the market
Red and green beam,
I ain't missing my target
G#m
Run if you stupid, run if you stupid
F#
Word to Smelly I won't
hesi' to shoot shit
Told my niggas we gon'
E
ball like I'm hoopin'
In the streets, I'm a fighter, Hadoken
G#m
Started winnin', I got tired of losin'
Know about it,
F#
don't why know they accusin'
E
Three lines got me deady, I'm snoozin'
Back up 'cause I'm seein' illusions
G#m
Bro told me grind, bro told me grind
F#
All this fake love, I don't pay it no mind
E
Got a story and it's one
of a kind
Independent,
but I could've got signed
G#m
Cooking fire, baking soda combined
F#
Do the math, I turned 8 in '09
E
17 and your boy in his prime
Free bro, he got off with a dime
G#m
Free verse? Is you out of your mind?
F#
Only gang, do whatever for mine
E
Running, running, tryna get me a bag
Running, running, tryna get to it fast
G#m
Niggas talkin' like they bitches, they chat
F#
Spin the block and we spinning it back
E
I was in the field cookin' the crack
One in the head, I ain't cocking it back
F#
G#m
G side stackin' stat ic, they smacked
F#
SB, put my hood on the map, gang gang
Verse 6
E
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
G#m
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F#
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
E
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
G#m
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
F#
No one can stop me, I
E
feel like the greatest
Verse 7
E
No one can stop me I feel like
G#m
the greatest
Got to be humble,
F#
E
I patiently waited
No one can stop me, I feel
like the greatest
Outro 1
Yeah
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
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