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Verse 1
(D major) (B flat major) This perp will be having
me in his home, (G major) man
Think about (B flat major) a whole bunch of shit, man
(D major) Let get this off my chest real
Well, this rap shit has certainly changed
How could it ever work for (B flat major) these lames?
Duck hunt with all these
birds in the game
That's word to (G major) my game
D .I .P., you heard what (B flat major) I claim
Writer (D major) man, hottest thing
on this turf and terrain
I laugh, you ain't as great as you think
You hear that?
(B flat major) That's me laughing all
the (G major) way to (D major) the bank
Come play in (G major) the paint, I've been a pro
If it (B flat major) ain't a give and go,
I (D major) see it like it buys
That's what I call a pick and roll
Dig it though, I'm eating chump,
I don't need the front
Four pro (B flat major) jects within (B minor) weeks an (B flat major) d months
(D major) I ain't take a breather once know (G major) what?
It's easy punk, I'm top (B flat major) of the line
Rhyme for rhyme,
(D major) couple rocks and a rock chop
That means it's time to shine
Little guys behind,
but check it, I'm a ride for (B flat major) mines
If I was Superman,
the S (D major) would be a dollar sign
I (G major) ain't lyin', I be (B flat major) stylin' creep
How I'm (D major) cheap when seven days a week
I'm fresher than the bounty sheep
The bounty hunters couldn't
find this little town
I (B flat major) creep I lounge discreet
Some of my niggas (D major) meet
me down the street
(G major) They hailing the beast on
some (B flat major) starstruck shit
Cam (D major) eras out like Britney Spears
on a Starbucks trip
Get your bars up, prick
Understand me,
these queens are (B flat major) canned
Throwin' jabs, but you Oscar
(D major) Wear (G major) ing (D major) pins,
(G major) I dare you trainings get all remade
I'm (B flat major) called the fag, (D major) your album trash
The next one should come
in garbage bags
Lil' garbage ass could
never be a diplomat
This (B flat major) shit is whack, it's a fact
You (B minor) bastards (D major) always bidding jacks
(G major) I get a cat that bring the ratchet
(B flat major) Where you living (C major) at?
(D major) Get your clapper, swing around in plastic
Like a wimpy bag
Now that's a Christmas rap
Go ahead with the chitter chat
With chitty (B flat major) chitty bang bang
All over (D major) your fitted cap
(G major) The kid is back
Drown (B flat major) in the mic, (C major) it's the (D major) king,
kiss the ring,
n***a bow to the knights
How I ain't nice, I spell for real,
that's really how I (G major) feel
I (B flat major) turn the street mixtape
in (D major) to a album deal
(G major) I'm ballin' bills,
so (B minor) till I (B flat major) touch the millions, (D major) boo
I'ma puff a spliff or two
and fuck up my periphery,
you holla (E flat minor) (B flat major) (G major)
(D major) (D minor) (D major) (E flat minor) (B flat major) (G major)
Oh (D major)
Outro 1
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(G major) (B flat major) (D minor) (D major) (D major)
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