Key: B minor
Verse 1
G#m
Cm
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
G#m
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
B
Cm
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
C#m
G#m
B
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Cm
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
G#m
I effortlessly write,
B
G#m
my weapons would be the night,
D#
B
so please be ware of them
Cm
Walk up in the fight club
in 8 ounce white gloves and
leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat
soon as Preem prepares one
B
Pick and choose my punches,
G#m
walk away with minimal lumps
B
Pivotin' around the vocal
Cm
booth and trunks
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
B
G#m
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
B
or I will raze your roof
Cm
Rest in peace to proof,
he probably rollin' over in his grave
If niggas poisonin' this name,
then misfortunes are the fortune
and the fame
B
I'm too cocky to hit 5
G#m
'9 and preen
Cm
B
The new Rocky and Mick,
Cm
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
B
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
G#m
B
Cm
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
B
Somethin' you don't wanna
G#m
battle with
B
Damn I'm great
Cm
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
B
You go away like swelling with pellets
Gm
G#m
B
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
Cm
Near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
and I ain't talking with no water bottle
G#m
Sit outside your house creeping
Gm
G#m
Come out and spit out
B
your mouthpiece
Cm
And I skid out to South Beach
Fuck your talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand up guy,
yes I'm up for the challenge
B
Up cause of balance,
G#m
from tying my shoestrings to
Cm
B
gether when I was young
E
And busting the cannon
Cm
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
B
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
Gm
Johnny the jeweler
D#
B
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
Cm
hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that,
I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing
Tips fill the brain
B
It's like watching a movie,
G#m
but I don't make those
Gm
B
I just make the credits roll,
Cm
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
E
Cm
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
G#m
It's true, you not so hard,
B
G#m
I'm sensing you puss
B
As soon as you drop your guard,
Cm
in comes the hook
E
Cm
Pring, cut Cut
C#m
This, this where your heart at, bitch
G#m
B
Something you don't wanna battle with
G#m
B
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
Cm
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
C#m
bitch
Cm
Something you don't
B
wanna battle with
G#m
B
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
C#m
Cm
C#m
G#m
B
C#m
Cm
C#m
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