Key: D minor
Verse 1
Thank you
Yeah (come on), yeah, yeah
(come on)
You know me, man,
Bb
Am
Dm
yeah (come on), yeah (come on)
Alright, hahaha
Bb
Am
Dm
Oh, Fee, I got 'em, boy
Am
Dm
Weezy
Baby (C2, yeah)
Bb
Weezy Baby
Em
Dm
But I see you (yeah)
Am
Dm
Am
And I see you (yeah)
Lord
Bb
Am
I, I, I got 'em
Verse 2
Dm
Bring the crowd in, I'm loud in living color
It is Weezy Fucking Baby,
I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records,
dollars on a Sunday
C
Am
C
bet it all on one play
I'm still flossing
Gm
C
Latest car on the market with
Am
Dm
the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a little bulky
Dm
C
Dm
have yourself a chilled coffee
Chill out, the guns is still out
Gm
Am
Even though I am a boss and got
C
Am
Dm
papers to fill out
I'm busy, I got paper to reel in
Dm
Am
at the end of my rod
Gm
Dm
And I hope you're catching on to every line,
C
Am
C
who am I?
Verse 3
best rapper alive (huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Am
Dm
best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right, check (uh), game tight
And they're gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T
me (rapper alive, who?)
Bb
Am
Dm
The The The The The best rapper alive
(huh, yep), the best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Dm
Am
Swagger right, check (uh), game tight
Bb
Am
Dm
be very afraid (yeah), yeah
Verse 4
The heart of New Orleans,
Am
Dm
thumping and beating
Peeling and leaving, killing and grieving
Gm
C
Out of sight, out of mind,
Am
C
no court, no case
block party, second line
Gm
Am
C
Am
Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest,
Shotty bounce, body rock,
Dm
Am
C
Family try tell the feds, tell the cops
to the spot
Am
C
Am
Dm
who who who is that? Chk-pow
Am
Dm
Triggaman,hoodie man,
Am
Dm
gunman, blum-blam (haha)
Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up
Am
C
Am
C
Dm
put your nuts up, just call me
Verse 5
The best rapper alive (huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Am
Dm
best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right, check (uh), game tight
And they're gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T
me (rapper alive, who?)
Bb
Am
Dm
The The The The The best rapper alive
(huh, yep), the best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Am
Dm
Am
check (uh), game tight
Dm
Bb
And you should be afraid, be very afraid,
Am
Dm
yeah (rapper alive)
Verse 6
Whew, smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good,
fuck 'em long
Fuck 'em hard,
Am
Dm
fuck who? Fuck 'em all
Yeah, like that, just like that, right back
Gm
C
I'm on that money train and that
Am
C
MAC'll knock 'em off track
Am
C
I spit that cardiac
you got that cataracts
C
straight out the hood just like an alley cat
where the fuck your palace at?
Gm
C
Me? I got callous on my hand
Gm
Dm
C
It's just a victory lap, baby,
Am
Dm
I'm just jogging
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
Gm
C
The motherfucking best yet,
Am
C
sorry for cussing (Who?)
Dm
The
Verse 7
best rapper alive (huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Am
Dm
best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right, check (uh), game tight
And they're gon'
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
Bb
Am
Dm
The The The The The The best rapper alive
Am
Dm
(huh, yep), the best rapper alive (huh, yep)
Dm
Am
Swagger right, check (uh), game tight
Dm
Bb
And you should be afraid, be very afraid,
Am
Dm
yeah
Outro 1
Am
Dm
C
Am
Dm
Gm
C
Dm
Dm
C
Dm
Dm
Gm
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