Key: G# minor
Verse 1
C
B
Ain't this what
they've been waiting for?
Em
You ready?
times like this,
to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that,
to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on
some locked up shit
Em
B
In the back of the paddy wagon,
cuffs locked on wrists
nightmares come true
and I said, yeah, I do
with a clear -eyed view
for them tricky squeeze
Bm
B
never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' n***a,
If they love me when I was
When I departed,
Em
G
Draw it like I'm an artist, no crawlin'
Went straight to walkin' with
Anything for a dollar,
B
C
they tell me get him, I got him
I did it without a album
Em
B
Em
C
I did shit with Mariah
Love nigga, I'm on fire
Em
B
Icy as a hockey rink,
Philly nigga, I'm flyin'
they thought it was Leafs
B
D
Then I bought that new Ferrari,
rest in peace to the parking lot
then what you talkin' bout?
I don't say a word,
I don't say a word, what's up?
Em
B
I grind and now I got what I deserve,
fuck, nigga
Hold up, wait a minute,
y thought I was finished?
When I rode the Aston Martin,
G
B
y thought it was Rennie?
Flexin' on these niggas,
I'm like papa on the spinach
Double M, yeah, that's my team,
Rosé the captain, I'm lieutenant
I'm the type of cat
that men catch
then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch,
she'll ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' round my city
with my hands strapped to my
toes
Cause these niggas want me dead,
and I gotta make it back home
Cause my mama need that bill money,
my son need some milk
These niggas try to take my life,
they fuck around, get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around,
you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas
I pull with me
don't fuck around, no joke
No, all I know is murder
When it come to me,
I got young niggas that's rollin'
I got niggas throwin' B's,
Gaug
B
I done did the D .O .S.,
I done did the K .O .D.'s
Every time I'm in that bitch,
I get to throwin' 30 G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head,
I'm ridin' down no collars
They let my nigga earn back home,
that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas, we mobbin',
like Batman or Wood Robin'
This two -door Maybach,
with my seat on reclinin'
I'm like, real nigga, what up?
Real nigga, what up?
When you touch down to my hood,
know that tour life ain't good
Catch me down to M .I .A.,
at that heat game on wood
Boy, I slide down to your block,
bike on twelve o 'clock
And they be throwin' deuces,
I'm the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city,
cause I'm still callin' them shots
In these lanes talkin' that bullshit,
the same niggas that fly
I'm the same nigga from first street
with them that bridge that lock
The same nigga that came up
and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me,
hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood shit,
my rose works on me
They gon' remember me,
all your friends turn to your enemy
And when this beef,
I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks, they go for 40,
ain't no 10 a key
Hold up, broke nigga turn rich,
love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes
gon' steal somethin' I did
It was somethin' bout that Rollie
when it first touched my wrist
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