Key: C minor
Verse 1
F
Am
they remember they need some
I got that crack,
F
Am
that's that shit that make all of these fiends run
Take a dab with your finger,
Am
F
But just a reminder that you didn't climb
Every nigga trying to one- up Jazz,
F
Am
I ain't never tripping
I learn from my mistakes,
F
Am
being dolo on the vote, I ain't never slipping
I heard you got a tape coming out,
F
Am
that's cute, I would never listen
A bunch of internet stars can't see, they
Verse 2
eyes glued to the television
My demons too violent to manage
F
Am
I'm driving no license on Rory and Ivan,
I guess I'm too crazy to manage (who the fuck are you?)
I am Lafleur, compare me to what
I swear I been losing my mind
Dare me to jump
Y'all must have thought I was
Watch how you niggas get
scared in a drought
My bitch, she is a catfish kin
Niggas lookin' all scared like I did that
F
Am
I'm lookin' back like "yeah
boy, I did that"
You keep talkin' and its finna be
F
Am
a mismatch
Enter my world, pardon my mess
And if you see them boys,
you resist the arrest
Bring the rights out, chain my knife out
F
Am
Get my clap on, and then it's lights out
F
Am
I'm gonna fucking jump, I wanna fucking jump, I swear to God. Nah, get it together,
F
Am
get it together. You can't fuck this up, you can't fuck this up. Rarrr!
Verse 3
and they bench slept
I can never be six God,
I am the sixth sense
Bearin' more weight than
a nigga can bench press
I planted my seeds,
now all y'all been stressed
If life's a bitch, than I finger fuck it
You niggas want it with
I know the pressures comin'
And there can only be one,
and I'm next in line
Shit, how did we come to this?
The same kid that partied on Queen,
is now runnin' shit
I'm finna shut shit down,
like y'all government
And if you dappin' me nigga,
wear oven mitts
Shit, no more funny business
Your opinion is litter,
I'm not fuckin' with it
Y'all hittin' up Lantz,
you not fuckin' with him
You hear this beat my nigga? You
not fuckin' with him
Verse 4
Am
Don't play us out, that's my brother, and he raised himself
His momma went as a kid
F
Am
Put himself in his basement
until he mastered his shit
Nobody handed him nothing,
he never asked them for shit
F
Am
He ain't ever left the city,
never been on a plane
But the moment that this drop,
"our shit don't stink"
Play this shit up at my funeral,
I got two lil brothers,
and a sister that I barely see
Thinkin': if I die, I'mma
the man I'll ever be
I put him through some shit,
failed terribly
I'm a rarity
I'm on my Jay Z shit,
Verse 5
Watch me get cocky, I'm next at bat,
F
Am
hit it home like big Papi
A man of many suits, I only bare the truth
And when I walk in the building,
you know they all salute
of spreading love
Niggas gotta pay 20 if they need a 16
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