Key: F# minor•
Verse 1
My nikes are real white, check two
I'm a bastard that'll master ways
to massacre the masses
Like a massive meteor that
smashes cities into ashes
I bash these little faggots to your faces,
facing backwards
Wait for you, I'm taking you to quiet
places in the backwoods
Where a host already dug a slug
F#m
F#
is waiting very patiently
To travel through the chamber of
the banger very gracefully
And dance through your cranium,
Saucer with your cerebellum,
F#m
F#
Exit through your ear holes,
firein' projectiles
I'm door -rakin',
cakin' off multiple enterprising businesses
F#m
Analyzin' every possibility like physicists
pistols could spit at this
F#m
But
Apple on the mic is like
Lightning throw a mic exploder,
most of rappers' lives are over
Viper vocal, wifey stroke, a rare exotic
F#
Hulu speaker, speaker blower, blow your mind,
my mind'll blow your brain
It's all the same if you take it
back and rewind it over
Overtime, score tied,
seconds a tickin'
For recognition,
I be spittin' till the records are skippin'
Respect the click and everything'll be cool
I just ejected fuel in your record pool
We some co -wakers,
we some show takers
But all we tryna do is get mo' paper
We some co -wakers,
we some ho -takers
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F#m
Whole clique, flow sick, gettin' no papers
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F#m
I like some real white,
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check one I like some real white, check two
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F#m
Check one, check two, check one, two
Check one, check two, check one, two
Yo, if you heard of
Doe
I roll with a click, that assist,
then flip that dough
See why I'm at school,
tryna play that tic -tac -toe?
Lil'
No warning,
F#m
your peeps moanin' cause they miss you so
F#
A clown nigga laid down like six feet low
Cause I thought it was just a game
when you spit that flow
No, not on the throne yet,
but I'm a known threat
Plus I'm known for puttin'
suttin' in pussies like
Go -Tex
I'm on some
CEO shit, yeah your man's a boss
Kids say he's a myth like
Santa
Claus
I got the tools to provide with
Motive to live is paid,
my dues won't settle for shit
Nothin' to prove,
F#m
F#
none of these dudes on the level I spit
Shit's funny, I'm about money,
but a beast on track
So watch your mouth when
y speak on wax
Believe the facts,
cause I treat y 'all on team with gas
Give a fuck if you're old school
F#m
F#
rap or new dudes
They don't spit sick, that shit you do do
Fuck all the talk, son,
the acting is done
Come to your show, after you flow,
only thing clapping's done
we some show takers
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F#m
But all we tryna do is get mo' paper
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F#m
We some co -bakers,
we some hoe -takers
Whole clique, flow sick, ain't no fakers
F#
F#m
F#
My nikes are real white, check one
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F#m
Check one, check two, check one, two
Check one, check two, check one, two
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F#m
Yo, it's the hot shit, dude
It's your boy,
B -Hood,
A &E
Demi
God, they controlling me right now
apply,
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F#m
smack ya motherfuckers donezent
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F#m
Mode, lay you out
Emilio,
knock you out
Y 'all
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niggas want it,
F#m
F#
got it bitch bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch
bitch
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ChordsF# F#m
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