Key: A minor•
Verse 1
so shit hit the fan
and we might as well die together,
Dm
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar, G -Unit move around with them pounds and barrettas,
regardless if it's handed
to me or I gotta
Don't make a ass out of yourself
trying to stop me
I'm cocky, rap's rocky,
nigga, you sloppy
You know that I'm eight
I plug you, nigga,
I never heard of you, nigga
It's over, nigga,
it's only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now
A
Am
I got no friends,
fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit till we start
approaching these cows
A
Dm
they lay around flowers
Now all the vehicles is long enough
to stash the streetsweeper
when the fuckers
I ain't here to drop
knowledge on you suckers
I sick drop wilders on you fuckers
Dm
A
top dollars to discuss this
I'll blow the soul outta arrow
and every plaid ain't ball buried
I'm smokin' by the big screen
it's like I'm playin' the Gameboy
I know the watch, Bob,
Like it's a party with religion
While I party with a pigeon,
Cause Bush handin' out flyers
for a party in the prison
Dm
A
I'm in a Gucci vest
with the green and red stripes
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas,
But it ain't a problem
gettin' dressed
And I'm runnin' when
we startin' to breathe
I'm a young pimp partin' my age,
I don't got long hair
But if I did, she'd be partin' my braids
Dm
A
You just find out what club they at
on em like a subway map
See these record labels
Am
G
Am
Text polished in the drawer
Cameras by the handprints
that monitor the floor
A
Asus4
A
You heard of me, fresh out of surgery
Dm
A
Dm
Burglary, we leavin' with your Nikes,
Am
burgundy
White tee, burgundy,
Niggas better hate you,
love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat,
with weed, smoke, and fishin' gear
Heavy when I talk,
Bezzy in the rope,
remotes and liftin' chairs
these stupid guys
Lookin' for a coupe to drive,
G
Am
you ain't gettin' nothin'
Am
Dm
It's a damn shame y 'all still local,
Dm
A
layin' my vocals, nigga
Asus4
A
Am
You're still in the projects, nigga
You ain't goin' nowhere
And your mama say,
somethin'
To encourage you, somethin' positive
Alright, well I ain't gon' lie
to you, motherfucker
You ain't goin' nowhere
Get yourself a bin, get on the fuckin' curb
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