Tonalidad: D# minor
Verse 1
Fm
Bb
E
Bb
E
Bb
E
Fm
Am
The wrist
achin',
F
and what you been makin', you makin'
Am
Nathan
And they the types that go and make a statement,
never fuck with that
Bb
Get your mother slapped, your sis ter,
Am
brother and cousin capped
While I'm drinkin' lemon tea,
F
that's enough, let em be
Am
Rollin' up a blunt or a joint,
I'm gettin' straight to the point
If there's drugs around,
but then it's hard to avoid
E
Am
F
I'll tell her how it is, see you're missing fathers,
Am
what a coward it is
In the ditch,
F
picked up that pen and I felt the power shift
Am
All these rappers aren't seeing clearly,
it's like they're
Siamese
Slicing up these cats,
you mistake me for being
Chinese
Learned a lot now and I
E
ain't pleasing a bitch
Am
Surprised I even heard your tape,
F
that shit was easy to miss
Am
If I said it, then I meant it
Bb
Am
I'll make you take a trip to your dentist
Never showing love,
E
you losing now in this game of tennis
Am
How the hell you wanna rock with a
G?
Go to block, lock to your leg and then
Bb
you're tossed in the sea
Am
F
The game ain't safe, put you in your place,
Am
look a little rough, need to get a cut
What the fuck you heard?
You ain't heard a word
I'm runnin' in first,
they ain't even make duck
The game ain't safe, put you in your place,
F
look a little rough, need to get a cut
Am
What the fuck you heard?
You ain't heard a word
I'm runnin' in first,
they ain't even make duck
Call me slick, need you all the money quick,
Am
Pulling up in the whip,
you see the passenger was your bitch
E
Am
I roll in buckets and she love it,
even though I live in a budget
Ain't no alarm,
she must be there for my charm
Cause I be rarely getting
caught off my gut
E
Am
Don't wanna hate on me if all
these other rappers are sweet
E
Then I must be savory
Am
Flick the lighter up,
E
your soldiers are making by the dust
Am
Doors turning gold and I guess I'm holding,
I might as touch
They wanna tussle and I ain't kidding
I brought the muscle, all about the hustle
They get riddled like tricky puzzles
Name a cat that got bars,
E
but he can make a track
Am
I rip the tags off of my shit,
F
so I ain't gon' take it back
Am
F
There ain't a challenge I ever met
Am
that would get me stressed
It's safe to say I spit my whole
E
tape in a single breath
Am
Rock you in the chest,
and what is next?
You're in a need to flex
Zombie shit and my best
F
guess of your name
Am
F
The ain't safe, put you in your place
Am
F
Look a little rough, need to get a cut
Am
What the fuck you heard?
You ain't heard a word
I'm runnin' in first,
E
they ain't even make third
Bb
Am
The game ain't safe, ayy,
put you in your place, ayy
Look a little rough, ayy,
need to get a cop, ayy
What the fuck you heard, ayy,
you ain't heard a word, ayy
I'm runnin' in first,
Outro 1
they ain't even make dough
Am
E
Am
E
Am
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