Key: B minor
Verse 1
the coming of this rookie shit
At times I got too much, wanted to quit
But these chumps, you my fire,
desire legitimate
Change the gear on ya
Might think like I'm years older
Chip on my shoulder
Graduated a fortnight's college
A street diploma
Stay valid out of
UK
C
Bb
We're building on a new land
that the truth play
the realest remarks
Refreshing style like
the breeze across your
face
When I start far from folks
Niggas sweating me like
Voxlox
shit dropping
One foot in front of the other
After me never be another
That's it we near fantastic
Come on, walk with me y and experience
C
Am
something that you ain't never heard of
C
Am
I take y from the war with me y and experience
something that you ain't never heard of
Where no man has ever gone before,
Bb
Am
to break through the boundaries, higher powers in force
That keep us on the opposite of up,
we blame luck
Is that why we all dying in the ghetto?
Stuck, starvation,
AIDS, prostitution, drugs, crime
Bb
C
No nations, resolutions,
A wonder that we still shine
I want to build lines
And keep myself to myself
Am
75,
God's poet arrived
chance of meeting
And if they didn't time
To watch out for the devil in disguise
I see his eyes look away
Not even making a contact
Am
C
Can't take it out, the truth is a map
but they ain't got none of that
Highly urging them to take a step back,
while we create that
Come on, walk with me yo,
C
and experience something that you ain't never heard of
and experience something that you ain't never heard of
I take y further
Yeah, uh, I'd say y growed up
Come on, uh, never heard of
Never heard of, never heard of
Come on, growed up, walk with me,
Some situations never come around
I take no for an answer
Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll
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