Freestyle chords by J.R. Writer
Verse 1
D
A
Uh, Harlem, okay, Ryder, I'm back,
you know what time it is man,
Eb
A
oh, Dipsack, uh,
G
Bm
I still sway on the D -low,
G
A
rings never repo,
Bm
laid with a ski hoe,
G
A
straight outta Rio,
Bm
A
who get it across the border
G
A
and taste the burrito,
Bm
A
my earrings are twenty thousand,
Bm
chain weigh a kilo,
you haters don't see dough,
G
A
I'm making it primo,
Bm
Taller than Yao Ming,
G
A
Bm
your paper's DeVito Capisce bro,
G
A
my heat blow, don't play with the Chico
I'll P -roll the E -ho,
then make me a Nemo
Bm
A
The Prince of the Heights,
G
King of the White
A
Bm
You will be dead wrong,
A
G
A
keep thinking you're right
Bm
G
I'm drippin' in ice, livin' the life,
A
Bm
you sit in your tight
A
Apartment and vision at night
Bm
A
It's the Hills -Heveland,
G
A
tryna find the real reason
Bm
G
Why they sayin' hip -hop's dead,
A
and I'm still breathin'
Bm
G
A
Still squeezing, Jay is a pusher
Straight up a cooko,
G
pump up more bass than a woofer
A
Bm
Hooker, I got the hooker,
A
G
A
just hit me on the hip
Bm
Walt Disney with the chips,
G
A
all Mickey's that I grip
Bm
That's Dizzy off of Chris,
G
A
with a 50 full of tips
Bm
A
Bm
He couldn't handle the whole movie,
A
Bm
I'll give him just the clip
Send it on his lips,
G
A
make the prick give it a kiss
Bm
Then keep trippin' on his dip,
A
G
A
he'll just trip into a ditch
Bm
I'm a menace on the strip,
G
you are not authentic
A
No, what you got on's rented,
cut the knock -off gimmicks
Bm
Might see me tear the block
G
with your mom's on Linux
A
Bm
A
Is it still a drop
Bm
A
G
A
if I'm getting topped off in it, huh?
Bm
A
G
I'm that great you crave,
A
used to waste the play
Bm
A
And couldn't bring New York
back
if you was Flavor Flav
Bm
Think about it, while I blazed this haze,
G
A
lettin' all my Splendor floors
Bm
G
Thinkin' I might put out a tape
A
December 4th
Bm
These little niggas soft,
G
A
I'll show you how to get them off
Infrared scope,
they ain't a point I couldn't get across
Bm
Look, I've been a boss,
G
A
finna be a champion
Your baby mother swear
Bm
G
A
I'm the realest nigga standin'
Bm
We kick it in the Hamptons,
G
A
trip out to Miami
Bm
Turn into a piñata, hit her for some candy
The pitchin' get him angry,
G
fuck up his day
A
Bm
But who's fuckin' with Jay?
G
Ain't no such way, I play
A
Bm
You should see the competition
G
where the hustlers stay
A
Buncha funny lookin' niggas
with some tough shit to say
Bm
G
A
But ay, I ain't knockin' em, do you?
Bm
A
Once I yell woo -woo,
Bm
G
A
you boo -boo or boo -hoo
Bm
Then back to my usuals,
G
A
you ain't sayin' nothin' slick
You put dirt out on me,
you'll be layin' under it
Bm
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Outro 1
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Freestyle
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