Tonalidad: E minor
Verse 1
F
Am
Uh, 1 -2, bring my levels up,
they gotta hear me, yeah,
F
live from Harlem world, Zeus, uh,
Niggas try to stick with me,
but they been getting crossed
Am
You better check my history
like you was insecure
F
Spitting fuckery,
but claim that you be getting off
Am
How could you fuck with me,
F
your tape be getting menopaused
I should G -Mac,
but I'm plotting where you be at
Am
I'll park you anywhere,
like I'm riding in a Fiat A
Fiat, nigga, relax,
F
you bout to make me relapse
Am
Karrueche with the body pic,
F
nobody wanna see that
Am
F
All my tracks is a classic,
I don't clash with these rappers
Am
All that trash you performin',
y 'all don't match up with Cassius
F
I have you staggering backwards,
then it's ashes to ashes
Am
Hope you got the ways
that if I ever catch you in traffic
F
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher,
and you's a passive aggressor
Am
Pickin' who you on friction with,
more like static selector
Me, I spaz on whoever,
F
what's a pimp to Neutrogena?
Am
I'm dead cold with it,
G
Kanika Jenkins in the freezer
F
I'm clinically crazy,
y can't lyrically fade me
Am
Casey Anthony,
can't you see how I'm killin' them, baby?
F
This is bigger than KG,
who can get with me lately?
Am
I try to picture that shit,
and then the picture get grainy
F
Maybe you niggas just lazy,
or your lyrics fugazi
Am
If you claim that I'm bitin',
you must be livin' with rabies
F
How you think that you made me?
Am
F
Man, you frauds need to get in tune
Am
My studio is me
and Duke the God in the living room
Mean, I was 18,
Marvin with the A -team Lines,
C
Am
you can never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing
F
Am
Ain't nobody feelin' you,
y 'all ain't with the game fiend
F
C
I had most of the city blue
Am
when I was in them state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden,
y 'all foldin'
C
Am
I studied under Lamont Coleman,
F
Am
heart frozen
Big L is where the heaven
got its flowin' from
C
Am
They say that I be losin' it,
F
Yeezy ain't the only one,
beyond raw, want war,
Am
get an encore DNA all over the place,
Kendrick Lamar tour
F
Yeah, this is hardcore,
who said they playin' hardball
Am
I cook up so much hard,
I'm bout to send some
shit to Rob Ford
F
Please believe,
I'm killin' them with ease
Am
Your girl don't want for nothin'
cause I give her what she need
F
Huh, nigga please,
that bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees
F
Am
they bout to kick her out the league
F
Ha! Shit is simple,
how I dip through these instrumentals
Am
But tell me how you got the title
when you in a rental
F
I see them skits you into,
keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
Am
I put the stiff on your mental,
welcome to 50 Central
F
It's a fact, I lose friends when I rap
Am
Fuck a la bel, I'm independent,
I want everything back
Not to mention I'm crackin'
F
Am
so much of a rap god
You niggas is whack,
F
I should mumble my last bar Zeus
Am
F
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
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