Tonalidad: F major
Intro 1
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Eb
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Verse 1
Eb
tro was
nutmegged one Saturday night
D
Eb
Stay tuned till we made a stroke
of death with the knife
This is life like what enters my life
when I write or recite
All the knowledge I've
learned over flights
And I'm hyped,
my fam united over the mic
What a sight, this for y 'all,
D
but really it's nothing nice
Eb
What a price you gotta pay,
giving energy from your life
But I will not complain,
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cause I pray for this every night
Eb
Check Morgan on my t -shirt,
but I ain't come to college
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Eb
It's the past, before I hit my class,
D
I gotta hit my weed first
Eb
I do it at my leisure,
D
she like the way I'm rappin', good wood
So I told her keep it polished,
till her knees hurt
Fuck her, she like the research,
get it together
Eb
Ass around, ain't know my name,
D
I probably hit the professors
Eb
I ain't never have to lie
if I ain't sittin' attendance
I gotta show, I gotta go,
and I ain't sit for the
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Eb
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Eb
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lectures
Eb
She in the bed, shaved legs,
this is how we do it
Rough ride to bed,
then she hit the booth
for the movement
I go berserk and I'm certain
with every line
That my mind shares equivalence
with a mine
Passin' all the snakes
who mistakenly try to climb
Hear the voice gettin' moist,
don't play with me and my dime
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How can I touch a classic
Eb
like this with honor?
Cause my mama was the one
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Eb
he was talkin' bout in pa jamas
I'm on a dime, hit my line
while the Vic hit my bitch up
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Pay that because he stay
strapped on the pickup
I really had the game on smash
and never glitched up
Eb
Kept the dope around
but never on for any slip ups
This is how we move on campus,
Eb
Involuntary from the diaphragm
like a hiccup
Yeah I'm talking you and your man,
get your shit up
D
If you ain't got no money to give me
then get your bitch up
I'm done talking, fuck rapping,
was cautious
Tuition for serving them niggas
was done off me
C#
Never sold wholesale nigga,
F#
I crunched all of them
Eb
I've been being so upfront,
it's the blunt talking
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I love you one thing,
and then hate you the next
F#
I love you one thing,
C#
and then hate you the next
D
Oh, that's right, that's right,
that's right, that's right, that's that's
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The un defeated champion, oh, yeah
Eb
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Peanut butter seats with
the chocolate frosting
Sliding to the function for DJs to offer
F#
I'm feeling like Ghost with
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these pecan wallies
F#
Step on my shits and
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kill the whole party
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Shawty do this, shawty do that,
Eb
shawty spit crack
When I stepped in, brothers got jacked
Gooses on with me, mugs,
whole team thugs
Her name got nines
and shorty packed up
like three snubs
I'm clean as a whistle,
mink to the floor, shit juice
Drippin' shits came straight
out the forces
Spilled like funded on the wine,
no more sauces
Put a red logo on your hat like Boston
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Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw, huh?
Knock through the back door,
Eb
guess who they saw, huh?
C#
Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw,
Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw, huh?
Eb
Eb
Yeah, oh, oh, that's right, that's right,
you know who you rockin' with
Eb
Like that, like that, yeah,
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it's like that, it's like that
Eb
That groove -ness, that funk -ness,
that funk -ness, yeah
Eb
Ah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah
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