Key: D minor•
Verse 1
I am out my mind
I'm a motherfuckin' beast,
don't get out of line
Bb
Dm
I'm so divine with these rap lines
that I be spittin'
Whether friend or foe,
I'm better than my competition
Bb
Dm
Ain't no contenders on my level,
I am that good
Southside, Henny, Yacht,
I'm from that hood
I'm cuttin' throats over money,
I'm an underboss
Bb
Dm
No man above another man,
that's a hard to run
One squad under God,
never rippin' fraud
I keep it true,
I put my love up for my revenue
Bb
Dm
I'm keepin' money over bitches,
fuckin' with them bad
These women want me to trust,
but I never care
The only woman I can trust
Is the motherfuckin' woman
my stress level maxed out
Subtracting deals from my profit
check my whip game
look pissed -dame
parallel to white stones
I got the club on the thinkin'
got these rappers pissed off
They talkin' good game, I just left off
Rob a bagel, my rap bus rockin'
Big rim, all my cars choppy
This song, you don't wanna be my topic
One shot, you better miss me
My target locks and destroys
Say my motherfuckin' name
wanna get a guillotine
A guillotine,
and your fuckin' dreams
Battle the king and get your
Dm
I'm on top with a crown like Xerxes Church please,
ain't it funny?
Third German, second Persian
beef never worries me
I bet your last name dies
Bb
Ask the Jews, we hope Russia's for eternity
I'm big checkin' platinum flag
Judas ass sayin' nah's,
Dm
Cash rats runnin' rap, all deserve to die
Try to fuck me,
if you test me
artist you can jet lead
My game colder than that
ice under Gretzky
Rob O 'Banner, my rap bus rockin'
Dm
What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is
I'm the truth, I put it on my mama
Bb
Jelly roll swag, rims cuttin' like katanas
full of choppers, jail dramas
Say you want a side gator,
rap songs too buffin'
Call up and read the grids,
manute somethin'
Manute four,
but I ain't young fuckin'
Fuck my contract up and
focus dead
I got that muscle, man,
since the best left
The best left, I'm ninety -six
to finish up his vision
If you disagree with me,
that's why the industry threatens me
I'm an underground rapper,
with motives of reperfection
The microphone, my weapon,
Dm
No vocabulary intended to bury the binary
Bb
Of the lost souls, so fuck the Illuminati
the public shall bear witness
To a soldier on the front line
sittin' twenty -six
Gm
Bb
Dm
I'm coming to an end
Gm
Bb
Dm
Realize what I could have been
Gm
Bb
Dm
I'm coming to an end
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDm Bb C Gm
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