Key: F minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
A game dropper,
let the same haters take the
They'll humble up when they ain't hot
stop like hopin' rain
stop
Like when a hurricane hit it for your block
Let's see if you gon' still
be solid in your
wrinkles
Them steppin' on me, those
are really feels
pilin' up against me
And they gangin' on me, and they
ain't even gangsta
Instagram got a wanna baller
Instagram got you on a model
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Fsus4
Go in the hood, shake my head,
it be hard in the fold
God no more
So why'd you chop?
He 16, you got a son,
give him some pussy now
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How can you tell a woman what to
carry in her stomach?
Can you ask me how
I'm feelin' before you ask for rent?
You don't feel like that because
you fuckin' kin
you crashed
You was the shit in high school,
shit that we rapped
I'm from
South
Baton
Rouge, what
I'ma put in a tab?
Fsus4
Fm
out the top of the cab
Late night flights, bitch, thuggin' with
Sad
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I kept the plaques,
but I ain't use it, I was nasty
Scar
B .O. make your raw dog a hoe
Who you call a hoe?
Fm
You
B .G. make parole?
Was you mad?
When
he gon' say this nigga hip
Talkin' shit and he gon' pass it down the tip,
where my city at?
Fm
Every week
I'm missin' three,
I'm like, damn, I need my nigga back
They say I rapped my fan to the grave,
but these stars say, my ceilin' at?
Talk that shit, boo, can't two minutes,
this boss main on they fitted cap
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Fsus4
Talk that shit, rappers used to be heroes,
now they shoot us down like we free throws
cooler than sellin' kilos
Talk that shit, women showin' too much,
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And I hope you know what she know
They gon' try to take
Rocket man
rocket man
to sign this shit with me
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I got all these chains on me like a rocket
Fm
man
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Now since
I'm older, man, it's hard to watch
it
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Black on black crime, I was the carbon cop
My hustle different, man,
I start and cop
My money different, I produced it, act in
it, direct and shot the pot
deserve the vibe
Them niggas died for shootin'
the other pop
play girl sports
Get your ass out that pool and go try
Michael
Phelps
everybody think bout
depth
Call a man with everybody out here,
he coming
back soon
a motherfuckin'
raccoon
Always speak my mind,
I deserve a fuckin'
statue
you then they hate you
and you got it
Lotta days I wake
up and gon' jump up on
Cm
Db
And lead this muthafucka with my
family and my posse
With my bitch and a whole lot of good exotic,
eight -corner pot
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Fuck the police and who tellin' them shit
man, who never been lit
Them same niggas, they're never gon' quit
Pimp
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C put me on a song in the studio
Hopin' hoes take they thongs
I'm blessed,
I be counsin' and some shootin', y 'all
But
Bootsy still remain the realest
n***a in the studio
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Fsus4
People gotta stop being mad
Can you stop talking bout my
past and help
This world makes me wanna fly,
Rock it, man
I need everybody to put they cups
up and sing it with me
Cm
Db
I got all these chains on me like a
Rock it, man
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ChordsDb Fm Fsus4 Eb Cm
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