Key: A minor
Verse 1
A
Yeah
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F
Am
Uh -huh, holla at me y 'all
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the Benz is with the Gucci luggage
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Bb
Am
Still thorough and rugged the case is a coupe a but y
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'all niggas do play Virtuoso KT I'm jazz.
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Oh y 'all how we live
Bb
Am
Used to have blocks in a smash,
rocks in a stash
Now I breathe life in the beats
like an oxygen mask
I'm an author of bestsellers
Probably go platinum off an
album of acapellas
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F
Am
KD spit, get more head than a scully
Why y 'all think that?
My flow's the slickest
Thought pattern the quickest
and delivery the sickest
Bb
Am
spec the grind or ex pect the nine
Now who won't test what,
he gon' get touched,
he won't get much
Right hand gat clutch,
beats to the bars, hoes to the cars
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
Whippin' through town with
when it's cool to snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
Bb
Am
but they nervous, Smith, yeah
Execute moves in a measured manner,
pexel move, heavy hammer
Hands direct the rules,
system that I heard
when the song is hittin'
that's the opposing side
It's cold as life, look,
narrator book through frozen eyes
F
Am
I write pages like glaciers in the ice ages
F
Am
And life flavors a dozen rice papers
Fuck what y 'all say
I do my thang on every day
of the week
and get plenty play from the freaks
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Bb
F
Am
We go all out and we never look back
Bb
Am
Hold on, it's like a book bag,
virtuoso
Nobody's ripping me, cause this is me
It's the kiss of death from Adonis Sicily
F
Bb
When you put this record on,
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
Whippin' through town
when it's cool to snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
pounds with rounds
And they ain't holdin' nothin' down
Yo, even if the bass and treble
was gone
Ain't no weed to smoke
to get you high enough to the level I'm on
F
Am
I done spit with the best MCs,
impressed MCs
Still constantly rappers are testin' me
Stayin' festin' beats
with the toxic, grimy flows
That bring tears to your fiber optics
Blast on fools, makin' them skits,
I blast back
You know my tongue
Spit more complete games
than Cy Young,
fuck with Vert, die young
Bring hell to your vision
like television evangelist
I've stolen your man and rolled up a gram
Got more chicks holding my dick
than you've had holding your hand
Smoking pencil lead,
F
Am
pop yogurt in the headlock
Make you start to pee to the beat
till you wear a red sock
Here's what we live,
laugh a little and frown a bit
When mine's only a crown
when it's cool as snitch
When money spittin' is counterfeit
laugh a little and frown a bit
Whippin' through town
Bb
Am
can drown in it
Then what is this,
when it's cool as snitch
A
Am
When money spittin' is counterfeit
F
Bb
And they ain't holdin' nothin' down
but they Jeremy Smith
Outro 1
Yeah
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