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