Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'ma let y 'all niggas pop the coochie,
cause you pussy
G
Plus there's 4 -5 bucks in the back
Em
that adds up like ju vie
Sophisticated bourgeois
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niggas with bad habits
Em
And if you don't like it, you can get it,
stick it when the sun don't glisten
Niggas is critics
and some don't listen,
I told y 'all
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Persevering through all of this bullshit
and life is
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A black six an d a hood rag
catchin' the contact plus the Hennessy
Get my brains blown out
like John Kennedy
Remember me?
G
Split a nigga ear to cheek within a beat
Em
Best kept secret,
got some shit fixin' to hit the street
G
Y 'all niggas ain't even an issue
Em
So real, a nigga bleed through the pencil
Fm
I like that y understand
Em
Y 'all gay motherfuckers is mean
I'm seen buyin' beats off this nigga,
that's like the end of my career
Fm
Em
I tell a nigga like, fuzz, man, fuck that
I'm tryna have these bitches like,
you see me?
I touch lax
Give niggas pounds like, see me?
I touch lax
Slush tracks bangin' out the back
of your range
Fm
Respect my gun and I speak
Em
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with a double -barreled sling
Em
In unison with this music
in the back of my brain
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Rockin' straw hats, I'm Trotters
Em
Commie eatin' on McDonald's,
G
but I know the time
Em
It's time to get you up a bottle
Fm
Shit that's hard to swallow,
Em
you ain't even an issue
I'm so real,
a nigga ain't got an issue
It's like that
Fm
Em
Turn it up, baby
G
Em
It's like that
G
It's like that
Em
G
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Fm
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It's like that
Fm
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G
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I got a new respect
for half -assed rappers
and wack producers
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There's something about
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pure talent
that attracts the useless
But drains the pure talent juicely
Fm
That's detrimental to the fruitless
Em
I drink unofficially flavored sodas
Fm
Big egos to compensate,
Em
small frames like Yotas
G
Em
America made to break down
like dollar store purchases
But so -called real niggas
G
turn to catholic services
Em
You know purpose, you don't hate me
I play hooky from new schools
Fm
Em
and teach about the old
G
Rap cats this cold like
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Michigan weather
Sportin' football gear,
pushin' timber and leather
Through city blocks with
scriptures that blast
And turn motherfuckers into father figures
Y 'all niggas better recognize
G
Ain't shit jumpin' off
Em
Fm
unless to bacco authorized
Em
Tell a n***a like this,
G
make like Dwell in your eyes
Em
Cause B .C. and everything
we make is fly
I got a lot of shinin' to do
And when I drop, I'ma redefine
See, y n****s got a lot of
rhymin' to do
I'm tryna get a spot with a view
A tan six in a watch band
with a diamond or two
Understand it? Scranton,
Fm
I'ma bust till I can't breathe
Em
And every chicken alive got my cover,
the vibe
That's the usher of Jay -Z's,
the Montana way
G
Em
Crashin' cabaret, glasses ain't cradle
Lynx swingin' past my navel
Cocky enough to captivate you,
you're all consumed
G
Just mad at every diss
in the air
Em
Fm
when I'm walkin' the room
Em
Recognize what you questin', press on
And if it ain't dawn,
that nigga still pawns on the chessboard
Fm
Em
Don't nobody give a fuck
G
until you get them ducks an d hit em up
Em
I spit for the buck, swear business, what
G
What, niggas, just like that JT,
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G
drop the beat, what
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Background music playing.
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F#
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I was drivin, drivin,
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drivin
F#
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I was drivin, drivin,
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drivin
F#
You
Em
It's Like That
Jay Dee, J Dilla
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