Key: E minor
Verse 1
Em
F#m
Em
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
F#m
C#m
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
F#m
C#m
yeah
F#m
C#m
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
C#m
F#m
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Em
F#m
C#m
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
E
F#m
C#m
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
F#m
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Em
F#m
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
E
Em
F#m
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
C#m
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
C#m
F#m
to even do what I do
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
C#
C#m
C#
but kept getting high,
C#
C#m
C#
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
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C#m
I had nights looking like a cat fight
C#m
F#m
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
F#m
Em
E
F#m
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
F#m
C#m
breathe in that pith prick
F#m
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
your career is a gimmick
C#
C#m
Get the player dumping,
bigger clips, get along
who in here frontin'
F#m
C#m
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
You
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