Key: F major
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
Yeah, I like this
Ab
Eb
Gm
It's like, like it creepin' up on 'em,
haha
Verse 2
Eb
What makes a MC? Let's
Gm
raise this entry
For me, once embraced,
Ab
left states in a frenzy
Eb
Gm
Faces envy with the grace
of Pimp C
It's never complicated,
the basics been me
Eb
From straight with ten Gs
Gm
to racin' Bentleys
School from the jump to lace 'em gently
Eb
Convince me,
Gm
who cooler out in Aruba?
Blowin' ounces with Buddha, I know the routes,
the maneuver, pursuer
Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist
From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at
Caesar's Palace
Balance, both feet on the concrete
Calm and meek,
though that heat is in my arm reach
From Palms Beach to the pretty
sands in the Turks
Fifty grand disperse,
never plan for the worst
Let me work (haha), I wrote
it just how I quote it
It's hopeless tryna decode
it, I'm Moses now for the moment
Verse 3
Eb
Gm
Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that
Guns drawn, where the loot at?
Ab
Chillin' at the crib bumpin'
Eb
Gm
Lupe and Lootpack
Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley
Kubrick
Shinin' with my eyes wide
Ab
Eb
shut like it's clockwork
Gm
Full metal jackets got
you walkin' awkward
Rappin' is a way of life,
Eb
all this money just a perk
Gm
Go bezerk on the beat, machine work
'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk,
Ab
Gm
wanna know my net worth?
Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute,
you ain't in my network
My money Oceans Eleven,
y'all snatchin' a purse
Black and white like Clerks
Take 'em to church with the verse
Choppin' samples with Doc in
another universe
It's God level,
the rebel nobody could rebel
I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson,
you fuckin' pebble
Presidential with the bezel,
never one to embezzle
My dick big, my money gross,
let's toast to excess
Eb
Gm
Peep the success, bitch,
I'm in the middle of Little Italy
Literally, no way you could
Ab
ever get rid of me
Eb
'Cause I started from the bottom,
Gm
the basement, the fuckin' garbage
Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit,
Ab
hell nah, bitch
Eb
Gm
You mad that I'm rich,
you mad that I made it
I'll rub it in your face and paint it
in your blood just to illustrate it
Eb
Leave these pussies castrated
Gm
and faces exacerbated
Spend all day talkin' about
Ab
Gm
me, you fascinated
I rip your intestines out of your abdomen
through your asshole
And choke you with 'em, I'm sicker
than Venom
I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to child
molesters and rapists of women
I'ma beast shark that grew legs and
evolved from swimmin'
You know I started from the bottom,
flows, I got 'em
Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you
know I fuckin' got 'em
Leave you stutterin' to g- g- get
shit out like Joe Biden
Ridin' in the whip with the homies
on some m.A.A.d city shit
This that gritty shit,
Ab
Eb
Brooklyn '95, New York City shit
Gm
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I started from the bottom, man, I really did
Ab
Eb
Gm
And everything they say is true when you get really big,
I made it (Funkmaster Flex)
Verse 4
Eb
Ooh, AZ
Gm
I heard it, I see it
Logic, that's a verse
That is a verse, that, wow
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEb Gm Ab
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