Key: C major•
Verse 1
Dm
C
Em
C
Yeah, yeah,
Dm
yeah
C
Dm
C
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thompson
Cold
C
Blooded
Take me to the top, haters,
haters, haters
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
I don't care if you called cops,
homeboy
This some real beats, oh shuck
C
Rip it, rip it, rip it, rip it out of the dome, boy
You messing with a boy that
came from the bottom
In the city of
Gotham
Climb and grind and grind it
Climb and climb and climb it
Hate me, hate me, but
care, I don't care
I don't care,
Don't mess with the middle beats
Shit ain't getting no play in the hood
Bitch nigga,
Nah homeboy, you got the gang
Fucked up, fuckin' around with a boss
Em
C
No, I ain't gon' take no loss
Boy, I'll bury you and you can't
say what you wanna say
But you know at the end of the day
That I fuckin' break you, break
Dm
you
You are nothin' but a twig, a twig
A fuckin' little kid
who ain't realize
C
Dm
That he is playin' with some real
motherfucker
Call, call, fuck, cop, pussy
Push me to the motherfuckin' edge
Now I'm comin' through,
and I'm cuttin' off your head
Fuckin' state, fuckin' fate
You ain't never givin' me a break
Dm
All you can do to save me a piece is fake
Nah, I ain't no fake
I will bust you, nigga
I will disrespect you, nigga
On your own ground
How you like me now?
Turn your little style into a crown
I'm ridin' with
OSHA
OSHA
OSHA
You think you
OSHA?
Nigga, your life will be over
Fuckin' around with
God, tryin' to save you, him
it with me
Oh shit, boy
I'ma come through a bit
Book your folder, folder, folder
Cuffin' me, callin' me out
Boy, come on, come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on, come on
Dm
C
Get it, and your whole team will end it
I will end it, I will end it,
I will end it, I will end it
Hell nah, big nigga
Better recognize quick who
you playin' with
Niggas ain't talkin' shit
motherfuckin' career
the top
Yeah, I'm hot, yeah, I'm hot,
Got us if you like it or not
Goin' hard on you, boys
And I'm reppin' for my city,
for my town
Black and brown
Jersey
City
Fuck all y fuckin' haters
Haters, we comin' through
F
C
Servin' you like waiters, waiters,
waiters, waiters
Sorry, dawg, homie, boy,
I don't do any favors
that's the past spices
Yeah, yeah yeah
Too you had your time to shine
and get left behind
It's a mere beast going to the
top, to the top
Yeah I'm hot, yeah I'm
hot, yeah I'm hot
Going, going to the top,
to the top, to the top
Yeah, I'm hot, yeah, I'm hot, yeah,
I'm hot
Going to the freakin' top
I don't care if you like it or not
Rising, rising, rising, rising
Oh, my goodness,
they don't like my style
It's just going to the top
Ha- ha- ha, ha- ha- ha,
Yeah, I'm laughing, laughing, laughing
Don't you know
C
Mr
Louse makes it happen, happen
Might wanna read the book
Might wanna understand
That I speak it into existence
Outro 1
Call me
Dm
C
C
Em
C
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