Intro chords by CHIKA
Verse 1
F
E
G
I
Am
F
like when I'm mad
E
G
Am
'Cause look at the
F
shit that can come from it
E
The powers that be, they like when I'm sad
G
Go up for the songs I done sung from it
Am
I planted a seed and from that grew a tree
F
Had no clue that one day I'd be
hung from it
The coldest of seasons,
E
got froze with my demons
But they met a bitch who
Am
won't run from it
I lost all connections,
told all my confessions
My homies,
Em
they then tried to help out
E
Them niggas don't feel me, shit,
not for the real me
Am
Regretting that love I done dealt out
E
The weeping and moaning,
I'm constantly groaning
Obsessed with my anger
and self- doubt
Am
This game ain't been friendly,
Em
this game tried to end me
Am
Em
E
Man, fuck, I tried takin' my self out,
fuck being humble now
Verse 2
E
Take me high, turn me up I'm here to scrap
to the death,
I've been hurt enough
Am
All these rap bitches take
me for a powder puff
Guess in the past I didn't
E
say this shit loud enough
Am
I'm the one from the stories,
E
my nigga
Now this shit 'bout to get gory,
Am
my nigga
They tried to take what's been for me,
E
my nigga
Am
On one- to- ten wisdom,
I'm forty, my nigga
Em
Made it this far by the skin
Am
of my teeth
Taking my throne,
Em
Am
bet don't sit on my seat
Em
Impatience grow longer
with locs in my hair
E
And my pencil wear dull
by the grit of this beat
Am
E
Shit can get scary like Thriller
Em
Am
Em
, y'all push me
Am
To move like a killer, it could've been chiller
E
Em
Now that you guys in my eyes,
I can't make out no prize
Ain't no point but to pull down the
Am
pillars
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Verse 3
Ain't no reason to stay in my lane
I warned you bitches on industry
games
G
Don't acknowledge the
Am
greatness I am
F
How'd I get judged by a jury of lames?
Am
After all of the shit I done seen
Why are you shocked
I ain't moving the same?
I ain't wasting no tears on you hoes
Em
At this point I'm aroused by the pain
F
At this juncture, I'm taking what's mine
Dm
And what's yours just for
Am
wasting my time
G
I insist on beginning my reign
Am
If you ain't singing praises
G
Am
F
then don't hit my line
Verse 4
Ding- dong
Am
Answer the door, Jane
Fans are impatient,
F
Am
they chanting and waiting
F
Dm
They asking for more
Jane, come out and
Sing songs
G
Am
Wrap that shit up with a bow
E
Hate making out that shit out like a crow
Even if that bitch ain't ready to go
G
D
Look, I'm a cocky insufferable saint
And to die on this hill,
Am
I'd be happy and willing
E
The only two options they gave me
G
To die as a hero or be led to live
D
as a villain
And I done withstood all the grilling
Am
I'm finna get slugs with the gats so they
know how I'm chilling
E
I got the academy checking
G
for whatever's next
At least somebody know what the deal
is
D
I am a realist, I am de fiant
I ain't no big girl, bitch, I'm a giant
F
I am a demigod,
love unrequited
If you ain't gon'
give it, then fucking be quiet
This my militia, I'm feeling like Titus
You may find the value of
Am
sitting in silence
E
'Cause none of you niggas
can tell me what tight is
But you 'bout to learn all about what a fight is
Intro
CHIKA
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