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