Key: G# minor
Intro 1
Em
B
Verse 1
this was the wild west
What you hearin' is cinematic
This is graphic
Take ten paces and let this nigga have it
This is rapping,
don't get emotional with it
Rap is competitive, so I'm
Just evokin' the spirit's, aight
Back to the story line
The year's about '49
The quickest gun in the game
"Bartender, let me get a Bourbon
On the rocks fast matter fact, fuck that
Pass the bottle and shot glass"
Funniest feelin'
I turned around, five niggas standin'
One of 'em grillin' he said
"Is there a Ransom in the
saloon currently?
And if there is, man up motherfucker
of my Bourbon
Holdin' my nerves in i stood
up and said
"Who's askin'? Who's
His said his name was Meek Mill
Got a sleek build and a street feel
No tellin' how many rappers that he killed
Watchin' his movements
He said, "If you the best nigga spittin'
Nigga then prove it" a
12 o'clock showdown
B
Em
B
Instead of bullets,
Verbs and pronouns it's
His killer's standin' in front of him
I took my ten steps
Stumbled him, the crowd was stunned
Fell right in front of them
I crumbled him in front of his woman
I had to humble him
Ran to the restroom
A ill verse right through my shoulder
It's just a flesh wound
Walked out, the crowd hysterical
You done did it now
He was part of J cole's posse
Wait 'til he gets to town
Fuck it, let's get it shakin'
I see that nigga ridin' up tall kid
Light skin swag with his hair knotted up
No time to chop it up he stood tall
I guess these verses just
wasn't hot enough
Sent somethin' back that was
Burnin' like black whiskey
When that hit me
I knew the shit was just that risky
React quickly,
spit a verse from the old days
When I said I had to ride
On a nigga like road rage
let him try that
Had to lie back
Right where he stood is where he died at
These niggas battlin' hard
Cross two off the list
The last name was Lamar
Some called him K dot, he a great shot
Him and Jay Rock
He a Top Dawg so I'm after they spot
Still around high noon
The whole crowd thinkin' I'm doomed
They takin' bets
Apply pressure to these five wounds
A top five goon and when I'm dead
Bury me in my tomb with all of my tunes
Either I'm livin' like a king
Or I'm dyin' in infamy
I just want what is meant for me
The kid got intensity
Em
I orchestrate death like the
Reaper playin' a symphony
They tryin' to make sense of me
I'm built with a metal type density
Hold up, Lamar walked in
It's him and four men he had a small grin
He must thinkin' Duffle
ain't goin' all in
Somebody cheered out
"Kill him Lamar!", threw his beer out
And then he peeled out
It's safe to say that he's
the favorite
He started blazin'
Shit was amazin', I shot 16
But it only grazed him
His intellect saved me
That somethin' you can
account for but me
I don't do the right things
I count four, shots to his stomach
I'm all about war i said, "Look
I shook up the world and
Em
Did it without y'all" stood over his body
My finger glued to the trigger
He said, "If it was anyone
Glad it was you my nigga"
Damn, I hate that you had to go
I cocked back and sent a hot
Outro 1
Verse right through his skull, bang!
Em
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