Key: G# minor
Intro 1
Em
Bm
Verse 1
product of your pressure
Made a diamond out of black heat,
And a fighter out of past fist,
Miraculous kind of practice,
stand alone unrivaled
But I don't think you're ready
I'm leading the league of ex
on to your innocence
Em
Bm
But you thought you made it out?
You started the war,
I'm napalming your faction
and DJs on the waxes
I'm D -Wade of the Heat Gang
with a free aim at the baskets
Just that simple for me
You let your head get blown up
cause you gassed up by
your simple homies
Time to face your sentence homie
Judgment day is here
to turn your pride into repentance
Em
C
Bm
homie
B
Bm
Em
C
I'm going have to you out
Bm
D
A
G
here.
F#
Bm
stunned opponents tumbling in
a daze about the fallout
like a man with his final straw out
that made me hammer and go this far out
I'm giving out lessons
East raised on my street game
where we each aimed to be leader
I grew up in hallways
was like for reason hood apartments
Em
A
Bm
rappers fall behind me now
but tempers take me out my mind
and now I'm growing and
it's about that time
I'm gon' shiva on your grind
When your album come,
I'll whack ass,
I'm gon' cheat on every line
Please excuse my language,
my anger has got me spittin' flames
Blowing up on records
like you struck a match and lit propane
I present you Sarac,
Em
C
Bm
I suggest you don't forget that name
C#m
Bm
Em
C
the
Bm
D
A
G
F#
the the
Bm
You
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