Key: A major
Verse 1
F
E
G
Y'all hooting and hollerin'
E
about who's hotter
Em
G
E
Got 28 sales next month man
Just closed two deal on my
G
Email and my iPad
E
30, 000 feet in the air I'm like
Em
C
G
F
G
E
that
Verse 2
Back in this bitch,
yeah I'm back in this bitch
G
If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm
axing that bitch
E
And I'm asking you rappers,
G
do you ask your bitch for permission to sit
E
down and piss? (Pussy!)
I'm actually rapping
G
'bout factual shit
Couple hundred on chains
put that on my bling
E
I'm a savage,
G
I'm blessed and they asking you shit
And you do too much,
niggas get slapped like a bitch
E
G
I make in a week what you make in a year
Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear
E
C
I captain you niggas, please let me steer
F
For hope for your niggas,
G
and that shit is weird
E
Yeah, you got a single
G
- your swagger so boring
F
G
I swear I feel like imma never stop touring
E
They claiming it's time
to bring races together
G
They come to my shows,
E
G
get wasted together
E
Party together
G
Smoke one together
I'm changing the world,
y'all hope for the better
E
My business I handle
G
You rappers just rebel
They tell me "Come back",
but the game is in shambles
E
And it's just a shame,
C
G
they come in my lane
They want that old Flocka, that
Hard in the Paint
E
G
They feel so authentic, you artists is lame
Face, car, I got credit charged into the game
E
I matched in the gas and I
mastered my craft
F
G
School of hard knocks,
got my Masters in math
E
I count them like Scooter,
C
then go see my jeweler
F
Oh y'all some OGs,
G
I'm original shooter
E
They screaming "Free Gucci!" and
C
yelling out "Squaad!"
G
Like y'all niggas knew
us, man y'all niggas frauds
E
I sell to Atlantic,
G
but don't need a deal
Please do not panic,
E
C
return of the real
(Flocka!)
Verse 3
G
My niggas got hit with the
E
R.I.C.O.(why?)
C
F
We come in the prison with choppers
G
like I'm freeing Chapo?
My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O.
E
(you know)
G
Flockaveli a classic,
so please stay tuned for the sequel
Verse 4
F
C
They tweeting and talking
and dissing and blogging
F
G
Try me in July, you be missing by August
E
G
My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses
F
G
You soft as that pillow you talking... on,
gone
Fu- Fuck fu- fuck it I'm back
F
G
Put your hands up front, to the back
E
G
Swiss blade to your jawline
It's our time
Em
G
E
Imma count down from 10, draw 9s
G
Fuck the confederate fags
C
G
Looking racist in his face and ass
E
Why you hate me cause I'm black?
C
G
C
The police ar rest us, blast us,
G
E
trap us, athletes, rappers, actors
G
Put a picture up and act like a pastor,
E
please
Shhhh- shit!
Em
Man,
Verse 5
G
I should be touching
E
Em
the people
G
C
G
Em
Still hustle like hustle is legal
E
Em
(squad, squad)
G
Boy, I'm feeling like I'm
E
Em
Bugsy Siegel
F
G
E
Loordd, deliver me from evil
Em
F
(please)
G
Loordd, who the fuck are these people?
Verse 6
E
C
This is a chapter, a verse and a testament
G
Post for the reference,
I think it's evident
Em
E
G
If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence
I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President
E
Em
G
And fuck Donald Trump,
man
E
I'm sending you straight to Mexico
G
to live in, motherfucker
I'm out, man,
B
Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear
Bm
A lot of rappers slain
G
My young niggas asking
"Can I snatch his chain?"
G
Look down, said "I though the same
F#m
thing" (ya dig!)
Flockaveli 2, middle finger
E
Em
G
fame
E
Em
(I'm with the
G
shit!)
E
G
Made a million dollars off of rapping
Made a million dollars off of trapping
E
Em
Made another quarter million
off of capping
Flockaveli 2
G
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