Key: D major
Verse 1
D
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means
Verse 2
D
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it,
fuck you
Your hatred only made me
wanna cake ya, fuck you
A
D
Wherever I see you nigga
enough to drive a truck through
Verse 3
flatter your wiz
D
G
D
So what I sound remorse,
G
D
the re cords I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
Verse 4
I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure,
like broken and bruised
Verse 5
G
D
they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found
G
D
shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Verse 6
Yeah, I might talk to my
D
G
You wanna converse it better be brief,
Show me the money and the
cheddar'll speak
Verse 7
I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me,
leave CEO's and artists dead
Verse 8
G
D
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel,
D
G
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
addicted to the fast life
Verse 9
D
Bm
Live everyday like my last night, od'in or X
D
A
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft
D
G
night (Yeah)
Verse 10
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen,
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
C#
That's why I'm ridin', clappin',
Verse 11
D
Bm
When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
D
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me,
D
G
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
dressed in friends clothin'
Verse 12
D
G
D
But I still pull through the sty,
wit handguns
As big as the one,
D
C#
D
I'm throwin' batteries,
when the bullets shoot by
Verse 13
D
A
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
G
D
ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops,
who wanna put they cuffs on a rapper
Verse 14
D
A
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
windows go up on they own
Verse 15
for a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes,
G
D
stores and you wonder why
C#
D
Ya girl's comin' home,
wit a cigar sip for
Verse 16
A
D
Who else struts pass the sluts,
C#
D
that it hangs much pass the nuts
Verse 17
Bm
D
broads wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus,
A
D
that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off
ya arms fall off
Verse 18
you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone
as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka
Verse 19
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen,
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
D
C#
That's why I'm ridin', clappin',
Verse 20
D
Bm
I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
D
C#
D
That's why I'm ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin',
Outro 1
fuck you
D
Bm
D
G
D
Bm
D
D
G
D
D
D
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