Tonalidad: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Gb
Abm
God,
God,
God,
Ebm
God, what did I do
Abm
God,
God,
God,
God, tell me what I did
You deserve all this shit,
you deserve this
Abm
Ebm
Nigga treatin' me like this,
treatin' treatin'
me like this I was always there
Abm
for this sorry ass motherfucker
Ebm
I was always there for this sorry
Abm
ass motherfucker
Ebm
Shit hit on me time and time again,
time and time again
All I was doin' was just
E
Abm
bein' a good friend
E
Time to die, time to die,
Abm
E
I'm gon' hit you in your heart
Abm
E
I'm gon' hit you from the start, bitch
Gb
Nig ga, this is just the fuck
Ebm
Gb
in' beginning
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
You all a loser and I keep winnin',
Gb
winnin'
Ebm
Shootin' me in my back
every fuckin' time
Abm
Nigga, don't you know I hurt
you when you fuckin' mom
Stealin' my verses and puttin'
Ebm
them in your fuckin' phones
Abm
But I said, you know what,
Ebm
I'm gon' leave that shit alone
E
But then you kept doin'
it time and time again
It was gettin' really
Abm
fuckin' up your way
Gb
Ebm
But I said, maybe he just need
s some little help
Gb
Ebm
Eventually, he'll learn to rap
for his fuckin' self
Abm
But that just ain't you,
you ain't that type of person
Ebm
Abm
You just type of person
who just keeps on cursin'
Ebm
His own fuckin' people,
E
his own fuckin' property
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Property, property, nigga,
E
come and body me
Abm
Come on, back your shit up,
Gb
Ebm
that shit you fuckin' watch
Gb
So I can't come through and
Abm
end your sorry -ass life
Gb
Never gonna be shit,
but I fuckin' wanna be
Never, ever, ever, ever will you outdo me
Abm
Ebm
I just shit on you on every
Bb
Gb
fuckin' fuckin' song
Bb
Gb
So you like, hey, I just wanna do songs alone
But you knew if I was on the song,
Ebm
you would get promoted
Bb
Gb
So you like, fuck this shit,
Abm
let him write verse
E
I'ma bite his style,
Abm
I'm gon' bite his words
E
But I'm smarter than you,
dumbass, sorry dude
Gb
So I said, let him get his shit off
Ebm
Gb
Just so he can feel comfortable,
Ebm
comfortable
You've never been honorable
Abm
Sorry little shit,
E
Abm
that's what the fuck you really are
Motherfucker,
you will never ever be a fuckin' star
Ebm
Abm
Football was a lesson, lesson, lesson
But at the end of the day,
E
it didn't teach you the lesson
Gb
Ebm
Of being floral, having some integrity
Gb
Abm
Cause if you had that shit,
you wouldn't have shitted on me
Ebm
Gb
Sorry bas tard motherfucker,
Abm
no wonder why your dad don't fuck with you
Cause if he knew you shit,
if I was shit, I wouldn't fuck with you
Ebm
Abm
You're sorry as hell,
Ebm
fuckin' sorry as hell
Gb
Abm
I know you well, I know you well
Got a lot of stories to tell
Gb
Had good girlfriends,
all you did was fuckin' cheat
Abm
Always mess in' with a prostitute
in the fuckin' street
E
Bottom line, you ain't shit,
never ever will be
Ain't matter fact,
me and you will always be a memory
Abm
Gb
One good son, one bad son
Ebm
Bottom line, I don't drink
Matter fact, motherfucker,
I got all the coke
Abm
How the fuck you sleepin'
with my sister?
Sorry, bitch, nigga,
that shit was fuckin' some lowlife shit
Yeah, you fuckin' lowlife,
fuckin' fuckin' lowlife
Man, what you need to do is
Ebm
Abm
you need to pray to
Jesus
E
Christ
Abm
E
And he's comin' for your ass,
and he gon' pay you back
And that frat bitch,
you gon' pay me back
Gb
All my racks, not a frat, you gon' hate it
But your fuckin' friend just made it
And I'm on, and I'm on
Ebm
Killin' you on the microphone
Abm
Sorry, nigga
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