キー: Db major
Verse 1
C#m
Bm
C#m
I'm hollerin' at your feminine side,
is it or isn't it genuine?
Let women decide,
Minute in time,
From another planet,
But never is this kid dis
the abominable
shine beyond nominal, uh
is better left unsigned
some kind of comfortable
line chuck and junk food
comments are
Covered in condiments,
heaven sent to compliment
Verse 2
the conscious honor it, but
like
You only rock it for the paper
that's thrown
As if this is an end to my condition
of indigence
Nah, we holdin' stock in something
sacred as stone
So when victims of insolence
rise above the influence
I open the flock to those
who made it alone
It's the mission of men who just
write despite ignorance
Yo, with swollen pockets we gon'
Verse 3
Bm
C#m
This goes out to all my people
in the city (repeated)
Bm
C#m
This goes out to all my people in
the city (repeated)
Never worryin' about grief
Verse 4
residence,
catch a taste of what the
these spates will drown y'all
I'm bloodied up, to the
though I
the shit I wished upon you
– she raised me better
gage and measure success
ugly and grotesque
who breathe fire out the nostrils
about in the gospels
Pilate the prefect
aint accepted me yet
Verse 5
he play the periphery he
Control the block around the
space them cats own
I see this state of misery as
the greatest gift to me, yo
My golden op will be escapin' that drone
See I'm a late epiphany, uh,
away from mendicancy
I told 'em stop it, son
– don't wait for that loan
Yo, with swollen pockets we gon'
Verse 6
Where we don't get caught
Bm
C#m
up in between with the nonsense
Bm
C#m
This goes out to all my people in
the city (repeated)
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