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Verse 1

F#m

(Bitch, I do my dance in ninety-

nine

ranch)

Yeah, yo, uh- huh, yeah, yo

Verse 2
Em 
A metaphorical wizard,
Am 
metaphorical blizzard
Em 
Am 
These metaphors is better off cuffed
and locked in a prison
Em 
Ain't any bodies can take
Am 
on antibiotics
Em 
Am 
Anybody can be a body or be a
homi' in the wrong position
Em 
Am 
Diagnostic, I'm so high, fly
on a higher octave
Em 
Am 
Toxic, eyes wide staring
at the apocalypse
Em 
Sippin' from pearl goblet
Am 
s with gold droplets
Em 
The cover that I write in my tab
Am 
let is all ostrich
G 
Am 
Songs of elegant psalms
that I call my hostage
G 
Am 
Harmonica plays with a xylophone
and pays homage
G 
Exposing fake theories in
Am 
the quantum physics
G 
Jails with more blood on the floor
C 
than a Compton visit
Em 
That's why I play in the clubs,
Am 
lotta girls and thugs
Em 
Wu- tang, thought I was a kid the
Am 
way I play with plugs
Em 
Am 
Don't underestimate the power instead
you should bless the cape
Em 
Barbershop talk,
Am 
ask around I'm in the best of baits

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Verse 3
Em 
Am 
Damn, heard you still calling
a deal
Your A&R went AWOL so you
ain't driving for real
G 
Am 
Man down, spent your whole budget
on cribs in the hills
Em 
And called it work but nothing to
Am 
show but a bitch
Em 
You crashed out Cold bossa
Am 
nova and pill
Those clothes are from hoes that dispose
Em 
you to thrift at the Real that I get
Am 
Em 
Going hard to dine in the yard with all them Afrobeat broads,
Am 
you don't ever record
G 
I made a sacrifice around the time
Am 
I couldn't afford a sack of rice
G 
So when I got it blowing like
Am 
a saxophone with bad advice
G 
Tragic like a niggas with false
Am 
perception to get the hoes excited
G 
Plus you sold the rights to all
C 
Em 
your writers spent it all on ice and
Am 
No cake with all that icing,
Em 
Am 
what you gon' do next? Pawn shop pricing
Em 
Am 
Rich song cuz my dick long
and they drive crash
Em 
G 
Tired of you niggas on ya neck,
Am 
I'm on your ascot
Em 
Proud of my nigga,
Am 
he got outta and kept his nose clean
Em 
Hold my brother down I'm standing
Am 
ten until my toes sting
Em 
Am 
Pretty girl PG county got
me in a choke I mean
Em 
If  she on my mind she ain't
Am 
G 
just fine she the dopamine
Am 
Is she on my body call it ain't
it 'cause ain't I?
G 
Am 
Can't get on my plane so they complaining,
they ain't fly
G 
Am 
Hate because their money ain't straight,
pockets gay, huh?
Bm 
Fake it to they make it niggas AI,
Em 
Am 
fuck it

Verse 4
Em 
Shrooms, drugs
Am 
Em 
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club
Am 
Em 
Tell 'em Wu- Tang in the club
Am 
Lemonade chain, pucker- up
Em 
Am 
This world corrupt
Em 
Am 
But don't mean shit I fuck it up
Em 
Just tell me where you
Am 
Em 
need a nigga flood
Am 
Bitch couldn't believe it was us
Em 
Am 
This world corrupt
Em 
Am 
Em 
But don't mean shit I fuck it up
Am 
Em 
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club
Am 
Tell 'em Wu- Tang in the club
Bm 
Em 

Verse 5
Em 
Am 
Ayy, lil' baby so magnetic
Em 
like a doorstop
Tipsy off the fourth shot,
Am 
fuck a happy end
Em 
I'm not the one to plot against
Am 
Pissin' off the D.O.P,
Em 
I'm never switchin' for the lens
Am 
You be rappin' for the hoes
Em 
I'ma steadfast, never change the
Am 
vision for these lame- ass
Em 
Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just
Am 
posted where the cake at
Em 
Batter, batter, batter,
Am 
D 
gunnin' for that four- letter
Em 
Is it mili' or the mammal? Your pock
Am 
et in need of scandal
G 
Am 
My pocket is safe, I got no fear in my heart,
G 
I'm paid in the land of the brave
Am 
She don't ever dress up but except
G 
when she go to the rave
Am 
Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less
G 
it's drownin' in bass
C 
But move in your pace
Em 
I paint a pic ture,
Am 
you just spreadin' a propaganda
Em 
Rocket been takin' off and she gave
Am 
me a proper landing
Em 
And I went through hell and back still
Am 
never sniffin' no dandruff
Em 
I don't got all my  answers,
Am 
you livin' off advances
Em 
Am 
And you takin' pride in the gimmick, uh
Em 
Only for the paper will I fly
into the premise, uh
Am 
Fashion Nova love you cause
Em 
your album full of fillers
Am 
The hy  pe done got you gassed your fans de
Em 
creasin' when it simmers, uh
Am 
But it's not my business