Fedi's Theme chords by Mac Dre
Intro 1
Dm
A
Dm
I pulled up in a four -door
Verse 1
Dm
Porsche Katana
Faster than I stripped
your bitch out of Gabana
A
It's the God, the prince,
the king, sir, your honor
Ducking them men in blackers in the streets,
I'm a monster
Dm
In the back of the Phantom
with some bitches, it's bonkers
I'm a power player,
I keep trucking,
A
my money is Tonka
They say that I'm the one
in Jamaica, I'm done
You can catch me in a stretch bin,
six off a rung
Dm
Throwin' the bottles up in a airport
I modeled up Fairfield, 50 states,
A
mall figure, what the fuck?
You got a gun, get a gun,
come and get us all
It's the mall,
about the trunk I was born upon
Dm
I'm tryna find an exit out the business
But I can't move to this witness
A
Get his name scratched off my shit list
And that'll be the end
But where the fuck can I run to?
I ain't got no friends
Dm
My niggas dead or locked up
He ain't my homie,
they known for gettin' socked up
A
They weak, they phony
Ain't too many real ones, man
We gettin' lonely, make me wanna look out
Dm
the eye with my crony and squeeze
Hold my breath while they
keep tellin' me to breathe
Fuck y 'all, just let me leave
A
I'm Ghost Rider to the most higher
Niggas get smoked when they
approach the sire
Dm
I'ma swing my chop and then spit fire
He say he the rider, but he's a liar
G
A
I try to live life the best I can
Try to keep from gettin' blood
on my motherfuckin' hands
Dm
Goddamn, and it's almost summertime
Still got another nine,
A
damn, one to run on mine
And I'll pop the toast
and watch the coast
And see who copped the most
Dm
A
Goddamn, and it's almost summertime
Dm
Still got a number nine
and one to run on mine
A
And I'll pop the toast
and watch the coast
And see who copped the most
Dm
I'm the owner of the building
And this is how I'm coming, dude
Dipped in fresh Nike Air Max
A
running shoes
Stunning fools, the boss doing the gotty
I floss in the summer,
I'm doing the cotties
Dm
I ain't married,
I don't go with nobody
So when I go to the potty,
A
I'ma leave with somebody
G
A
I'll breathe on somebody
till they come off the grid
Spit peas in somebody,
I come off the head
Dm
The dumb off the meds,
sir, pills and shit
Squeeze lead, make dead,
hurt, kill some shit
A
G
A
I'm tryna build some shit,
man, an empire
Throw a bitch out the game like a umpire
Dm
I ate a nigga like an old sponge wire
If the hoe don't got no dough,
A
I run by her
One tire don't spin, man,
both of them
Whatever car I'm in,
I'ma yoke somethin'
Dm
Let's smoke some granddaddy purplish
It wasn't no accident,
A
I did that on purpose
G
A
You're too smirk,
it's a clown in a circus
You're jerking, soft nigga,
you're nerfish
Dm
God damn, and it's almost summertime
Still got a number nine,
damn wanna run on mine
A
And I'll pop the toast
and watch the coast
And see who copped the most
Dm
God damn, and it's almost summertime
Still got a number nine,
damn wanna run on mine
A
And I'll pop the toast and watch the coast
Dm
and see who copped the most.
Outro 1
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Fedi's Theme
Mac Dre
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