Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Cm
G's up, hold the spot down
we all we got now
Fm
How you like a nigga now? I'm stuntin' like a motherfucker,
wipin' a nigga down
Cm
Fm
My style, got him dumb
and runnin' wild
Ridin' round town in
a couple hundred thou
say back to my number, son
it's like that where I'm comin' from
Cm
South
Jamaica's number one,
Semen in your baby mom,
Db
Fm
she havin' undercover fun
Imagine what they do to
Rogue, grabbin' it, pursue the pole
Puma old
Show me the money, dawg,
Cuba good and
Junior old
so the jealousy don't move me much
Buddha with the windows up
Cm
Fm
Could've been dead already,
he got another path for me
they half lame, half ho
they rats though
Fm
Cm
fuckin' and recordin'
it's like jumpin' over
Jordans
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Fm
Niggas turn me back on the click,
we all we got now
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
wipin' a nigga down
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
I'm a one man army,
James
Bond with the balls, we're collateral,
I can change cars with the
Cm
Fm
stars, a phenomenon, first thing I did when I got the paper,
put my mama on, now I'm gone,
get in my way, I crumble,
I'm murdering my tattoos
Cm
Fm
Fuck authority,
they want a nigga life stripped
Penitentiary vice grip,
and hit with a knife stick
Cm
Fm
Stuck with the ice pick,
I'd rather have a nice flip
Sagging out the white whip,
Manhattan lights are nice shit
Made a complete life switch,
stumble onto the right pitch
P .O. crown
Foul
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Fm
O .M., 2
G's up, on the spot down
Cm
Fm
Niggas turn me back on the clip
We all we got now
Cm
Fm
Cm
My dedication solid as a rock now
gettin' knocked down
Cm
Fm
How you like a nigga now?
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Cm
and a couple hundred thou
Hop out in the ghetto,
With my angel,
she spend all her time watchin' the devil
Jupiter, thousands of
times stupider
Thousands out of the crew for ya, yeah
All that soft shit in the toilet zone
I don't wanna collab,
fuck y 'all, I'm autotuned
Cm
Fm
All them niggas is fag,
their swag's got daughter to em
Two of em all up, had to dock,
pushing water through em
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Fm
All your days in the wind, homie,
we playing to win
Praising and praying to him
for the occasional sin
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Fm
Going late with the grin,
real, I'm able to bend
Still make it able to sleep,
never straight from the street
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Fm
I got a tiny sense of humor,
trill a load of swag
Cappin' it's a cannabis,
million -dollar pad
Cm
Fm
See pressure to them kids
and the killers
Cause they grew up with losers,
Two
G's up, hold the spot down
we all we got now
Cm
Fm
Cm
My dedication solid as a rock now
gettin' knocked down
I'm stuntin' like a motherfucker,
Ridin' round town in a couple of hits,
I
Cm
Fm
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ChordsCm Fm Db
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