Key: C minor
Verse 1
for these dudes
Maybe I should dumb it down when
I'm recording these tunes
Or just rap about some shit that I
RT shit
can't deep it
Probably cos
Ike's bitten back my fourth fizzy on some
G shit
Or I ain't got chippy on the
Gm
That ain't a shot of chippy, nah that's tired
crib and got inspired
Looking round like
Raji, you own this, that's crazy
Cause I was saving dough for a
hopefully's or maybe's
Gm
Cm
I'm sorta like a throwback to the 80's
More shoulder than
Sadie, I'm more colder
than brain freeze
Used to walk home in the rain
G
Just do it bad with my
school clothes and my
Fm
Gm
AV I'm autistic, you pay attention,
I swapped a
U for an
R, now I'm artistic
Can't let no doctor define me, my
G, I can't risk it
Diagnosed me and had me think
when they're tryna know me
Hakko and
Dotty,
They my tightest homies,
same ones that I started with when I found the powers
Me and friends already put
And I just made a hundred
Still up in the tunnel but there really ain't
no end to my vision I ain't
going out like them,
You gotta put me in that
Gm
J.
Cole bracket
Schlazinger, they make the same old racket
My brain can't hack it,
hella noise, ain't no rapping
You think you're cold nigga,
take my jacket
Stress growing like my fan base,
can't put my soul into no rat race
These niggas dying over cheese,
Stay focused but I'm mad strained,
chain smoking on my bad days
Gm
must be the points that I put on the board
that I couldn't afford
And all the ones that show me love
never knew me before
These white girls fuck with us like it's
Juicy
I'm shooting for four
I take you to the morgue
Before they put me at the top,
I'ma do all this work
Cause I ain't into getting props
Best a newcomer,
come and run this shit with me
Sincere when it comes to the
Lizzie
Young
Kane, now I fuck with
Da
Vinci
I'll give
It's nothing no biggie,
Mars, but 14
Heath is the base
They're calling me to replace
Anything that's been played out
Niggas tried to block me,
Now I'm firing, I'm inspiring
Gm
Cm
That's the main thing, I'm smiling,
but it's tiring
I got tired of waiting
Got too much pride to hit
you with some weak verses
Gm
furbished I sing and I rap, rap and I sing
Cm
I could rap it and cling like I'm hitting a trap
If I win, I bet those niggas won't clap
I was starving while these niggas got fat
And now I'm laughing
Yeah,
Produced by
Fm
Young
Soul,
Gm
Neardrums
Forever
Cm
Gun,
Yeah,
It's
The
Rap
Man
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ChordsFm Gm Cm
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