Key: D minor
Verse 1
Am
D
Euphoria
A
Em
Them superpowers getting neutralized
The famous actor we once knew
D
C
is looking paranoid and now spiraling
Why calculate you're not as calculated
I can't even predict your angle
Fabricating stories on the family front
D
E
Cause you hurt Mr. Morale
D
C
I can smell the tails on you now
You're not a rap artist,
E
Am
Tommy Hilfiger stood out,
Em
A
but FUBU nev er had been your collection
A
E
you make music that pacify him
A
Am
I can double down on that line,
G
Am
But don't tell no lie about me,
G
D
Am
an d I won't tell truth about you
Shoo, Shoo, Shoo, Shoo, Shoo, Shoo,
Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep
Yeah, I'm out the way,
yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here is remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no Reaper, nigga,
Am
F
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson
Hellcat, made his own boys
and them types L .A. solo, okay
Everybody wanna be demon,
till they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day,
what's a lame? Always a lame
Oh, you thought the money,
the power of fame
D
Am
will make you go away?
Have you ever played?
Have you ever?
Okay, nigga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down,
like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid 500 ,000,
like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both,
but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns,
then somebody die,
they turn into nuns and hop online
like pray for my city,
he faking for likes and digital hugs
his daddy a killer,
he wanna be junior,
they must've forgot the shit
that they done
dementia must run in his family,
but let it get shaky,
I park your son the very first time
I shot me and Drake,
the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough,
today I'll show you
I learned from those mistakes
somebody had told me that you got a ring,
on God I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let
a Canadian nickel make
Pac turn in his grave cut the finish,
you got shit twisted what is it, the brakes?
I heard your feelings,
D
Am
you won't work with me no more
Okay, it's three goes left
and I see two of them kissing
and hugging on stage
I love them to death,
and in eight bars I'll explain their phrase
It's nothin' nobody can tell me,
don't wanna talk on no celly
You know I got language barriers,
there's no accent you can sell me
You're cold and naive,
you know I'm a selfish nigga,
the crown is heavy
I pray they ain't my real friends,
if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin'
shit at Pharrell,
for him I inherit the beef
Yeah fuck all that pushin' P,
let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him,
you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thorne,
I'm Terrence Crawford,
yeah I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal,
this a fringe phase,
you should keep it that way
I know some shit about
niggas that make
Gunna wanna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics,
not about gimmicks,
not about who the greatest is
It's always been about love and hate,
now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk,
the way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress,
I hate the way that you sneak dis
If I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches, you fuckers
They confuse themselves with real women
And notice I said we, it's not just me
I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairy tale stories
Bout your life till we had enough?
How many more black features
Till you finally feel
that you're black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies
I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff
Let me see if Chubbs really
crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one
It's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that
Then tell em' where you get your abs from V12 is a fast one,
boom, boom, boom, last one
Headshot for the year,
you better walk around like
Remember? A top dog,
who the fuck they think they
playin' with?
Extortion my middle name
as soon as you jump off
Gm
G
of that plane, bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit,
only you like bein' famous
Yachty King D and no swag
I don't give a fuck about
I hate the way that you walk,
the way that you talk,
I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request,
D
Eb
Gm
you know that we got some shit to address
but that's just me, guess
Some shit just cringe -worthy,
Still love when you see success,
everything with me is blessed
Keep making me dance, waving my hand,
and there won't be no threat
but where's the man?
Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter of fact, I ain't even bleed him yet,
can I bleed him? Bet
I believe you see two bad bitches
You might pop ass with them,
let's speak on percentage
Show me your splits,
I'll make sure I double back with you
that signed to a nigga
that said he was signed to that nigga
I like that record?
On what, you ain't like that record?
I'ma get back to that for the record
Why would I call around
tryna get turd on niggas?
That's hoeshit, I got a son to raise
But I can see you don't know
nothin' bout that
Wakin' em up,
Then tell em to pray,
like day by day,
Teachin' them morals,
integrity, discipline
Listen man, you don't know
nothin' bout that
Speakin' the truth
and consider what God's
considerin'
They don't know nothin' bout that
Ain't twenty V -1, it's one V -20
If I gotta smack niggas,
that right with you
Yeah, bring him out too,
I'll clean him out too
Tell Bean that he better stay right with you
Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny he was in a film called AI
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick niggas all in the car theme
Yeah, O .V. Ho, niggas is dick riders
Tell em' run to America
to imitate heritage
They can't imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas
don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it, I'll
push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three
-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, cruddy
You can get deep in the family, cruddy
Talk about me and my family, cruddy
Someone go bleed in your family, cruddy
I be at New Hawkeen getting fried rice
With a dip sauce and a blimey, cruddy
Tell me your cheese and farm
We can do this right now on the camera,
cruddy
Ay, fuck y 'all niggas,
I don't trust y 'all niggas
I wave one finger and thump
y 'all niggas
Like, mm, Phil go punt y 'all niggas
They punk y 'all niggas,
nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fucking with them,
fuck you niggas
And fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm taking it further
Pssst, that's something
you don't wanna do
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you
say nigga no more
We don't wanna hear you
say nigga no more
Stop
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