Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
D#
C#m
D#
C#m
Eb
To
C#m
night
Mr.
Smoke, take a chance and
your ass might drop
Tonight you've been banned
by your ghosts
In the midst of smoke, take a chance
And your ass might drop
Tonight you've been banned
by your ghosts
In the midst of smoke, take a chance
And your ass might drop
You can't even survive,
so I hope you stay alive
Got no time to be dying on these roads
No coppin' please,
unlock your clocks
Now drop to your knees,
I'm deadly as a disease
Eb
Like
B -Witch, my street shit
Commenced to rip,
coherent transparencies
Freddy
Krueger
Right there is the lucha, better stay focused
E
Eb
who's the murderer?
D#
At a high risk, cause niggas I click with
Wanna die rich, the young gone, it's
Michael
Carleone
Possessed,
the niggas threw up, they sick
Cause y niggas won't let it rest
Complex complications,
from daydreamin'
C#m
D#
To realizations, face to face with mister
In the midst of killers,
cross the nation
Segregation from fiction,
mix my lyrical with tristian
Come in my dimension,
where niggas got life
Tryna live rich,
and bitchin' niggas get left
The game gets harder,
C#m
Eb
now I got you on trial like
Calvin
Brawner's, the chorus
Tonight you've been mad by a ghost, in the midst of smoke,
take a chance and your ass might die
Tonight you've been mad by a ghost, in the midst of smoke,
take a chance and your ass might
It's your worst nightmare
Ain't you fear of the evil one?
C#m
Eb
With the lyrics so explicit
Eb
Gm
Now slim's the witch that's in your dream and I
C#m
Eb
hear a little scream and what is it?
C#m
Eb
Are you afraid to hear the lyrics
from these feminists?
Gm
C#m
Eb
Ain't got no time for the messy bitches
And pull you by your fuckin'
Gm
D#
hair in the midst
Cause I don't even care in the midst
C#m
Eb
For sure, tonight you've
been led by a ghost
And
Nola be the host, leaving souls comatose
Now won't you let me
make love to your brain,
Mr.
C#m
Dixon?
when you fuck with
Tony
Hickman
I'll leave you dying broke with no hope
Cause mutts can't cope in
the midst of the smoke
Your career has turned sour
like gondarilla
No more tears,
C#m
D#
don't come near correction
I'm getting rid of your ass like
C#m
D#
a bad yeast infection
C#m
D#
Trust me, nothing out of nature, fuck em
For all those that smiling in my
face and strictly ducking
Young bucks who played
C#m
D#
But behind my smiling and silence
C#m
D#
What the fuck, I respect it
They only listen,
C#m
D#
but they still ain't catchin' conversation
It's
Wild
House, let's all make a toast
Mr.
What a fuckin' chorus
Tonight you've been led by a ghost
D#
Gm
Take a chance and your ass might choke
C#m
Eb
Tonight you been let by a joke
Ain't no
Mr.
Smoke take a chance in your ass,
my joke
Tonight you been let by a joke
Ain't no
Mr.
C#m
Eb
Gm
Eb
C#m
Smoke take a chance in your ass, my joke
Eb
C#m
Eb
C#m
Eb
C#m
D#
C#m
D#
C#m
C#m
D#
C#m
D#
Nig gas can 't hang,
C#m
Eb
C#m
D#
it's a suave house
C#m
D#
In the mist,
C#m
Eb
In the mist, the mist, are,
C#m
Eb
Take a chance and your ass might choke
Then you'll miss the smoke,
then you'll miss the smoke
C#m
Eb
Then you'll miss the smoke
O .U .G.
Outro 1
Eb
Eb
Eb
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC#m D# Eb Gm E
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