Tonalidad: Eb major
Verse 1
Em
What up, dem joints?
You stupid for this one, boy.
F#m
Em
I got dollar bill in the house, man,
all the way from Delamo, man.
F#m
That's how we get down, nigga.
Tryna tell y 'all niggas,
Em
rich is a must, motherfucker.
Broke is never an option,
F#m
believe that, nigga.
Whatever you gotta do to get it,
Em
you better get it.
And all that shit you been hearing,
F#
it's been true.
Em
Look, said I'm back in the booth,
nigga, the truth, nigga.
F#m
Cause I don't run from shit,
nigga, I shoot, nigga.
you heard I was with GZ down at MTV
F#m
And I'm the new West Artist signing CTE
Em
Well, that's all fact, nigga,
this is not just rap
F#m
Bum -ass rappers getting
Em
on with punchlines
F#
Nigga, I'ma drop 81 when
it's crunch time
F#m
Nigga, stop rap ping,
Em
give your wife and your son time
Rocket is here,
F#m
I'm the shade on your sun shine
Boy, I'm an athlete,
D
Em
I was born to pack heats
Watch out for black and white cars
on them back streets
A
F#m
Cause them niggas is tripping up
D
Em
with crips in the backseat
And watch out for red rags,
bangin' with red flags
F#m
Niggas come by swoop
Em
in' in red Jags
F#
Rappers please stay out of jail,
cause y 'all can't take that
D
Cause when that child come,
F#m
and them gates rack
Em
C#dim
F#
A hundred ninety percent of y 'all
F#m
will get bitch slapped
A
F#m
And get fucked doggie style
Em
where your cheeks at
F#m
Man I pity y 'all, cause I done did it all
A
It won't stop to the lawn mow city ball
Em
F#m
To every hood rat in the hood
got a Fendi brawl
A
To me and Lil Dolla Wildin
while we switchin' cars
Em
F#
Until then I keep my gun on my waist
F#m
If your ass get out of place,
I'll put my gun in your face
Em
Put the burner on your tongue
F#
and ask you how does it taste
F#m
Have your ass meet God,
Em
then come back like Mace
F#
But, has a spirit though,
Em
I'm down in Jericho
F#m
Gettin' fans down there
Em
in them funny robes
F#m
What's up mama, your son done made it
The mixtape's bangin',
D
album anticipated
Em
F#
Now I rap for free, I don't rap for free
F#m
Em
If your ass got drugs, I rap for a key
Give me a half a brick, you get a half a spit
F#m
And if you ever play me,
Em
you'll have to blast a crypt
And don't ask me no questions
about Spider and Game
F#m
I don't get niggas been
Em
this real ones do the same
But whatever it's worth he's
F#
still from the turf
F#m
F#
And if he ever need his nigga
Em
all he need is a chirp
I'm the West Coast
F#
Jigga but don't call me the Carter
F#m
I bust a good nut and had
Em
your boy your daughter
C#dim
And niggas wanna ask me
F#
am I really your father
A
Hell fuckin' yeah cuz
Em
I'm really your father
F#m
And a mother too for baby mama in jail
Ten months ago
A
Em
I didn't have the money for bail
Now I got enough money
F#m
to send my daughter to Yale
Em
Wish I had a lil mogas tiny bowl in the cell
Till then he's still my friend
F#
I send him some mail
Em
F#m
Hope God save my life
Em
so I don't end up in hell
Till then I'm finna show out
Nigga this a blow out
F#m
Rap don't work
Bm
Em
I sell coke till it's snow out
F#
Thanks to GZ life is looking easy
F#m
Now I'm kinda weird motherfuckers
Em
wanna please me
I'll show y how to respect the G
F#m
Till then East Coast to
D
Em
the death of me
F#
Motherfucker, motherfucker,
Em
motherfucker, motherfucker
Outro 1
Oh, yeah
Em
F#m
Bm
Em
F#
F#m
Bm
Em
F#
F#m
Bm
Em
F#
Em
F#m
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