Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Somebody's
pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked,
I been here before
Seems like only yesterday
when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who,
and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Gm
Okay, I'm reloaded
Dm
Cm
Uh- huh,
Verse 2
Gm
I did it again niggas
Cm
Gm
Fucked up, right? I know
Dm
Cm
I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
Gm
Dm
Is he gon' ever fall off?
Cm
No
Verse 3
Gm
A lot of speculation On
the monies I've made,
Dm
Cm
honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga
really paid?
Gm
Hustlers I've met or,
Dm
Cm
dealt with dir ect
Is it true he stayed in beef and
slept with a TEC?
Gm
What's the po sition
you hold?
Dm
Can you really match a triple platin
Cm
um artist buck by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc- A- Fella should fold,
Dm
Cm
and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging
motherfuckers 11 for an O?
Gm
For the millionth time askin' me
Dm
Questions like Wendy William
Cm
s, harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Gm
Dm
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in
that minute you leave
Cm
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice
spinning on my sleeve
Gm
Uh, nice watch,
Dm
do you really have a spot?
Cm
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so,
what block?
Gm
What you doing in L.A.,
Dm
Cm
with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chevy's, down
Gm
by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but
Dm
Cm
then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad
Gm
Dm
Cm
you wanna know?
Ab
Blaow
Eb
Roc- A- Fella y'all,
Verse 4
uh
Bbm
Eb
Know my style
Bbm
Motherfuckers can't
Verse 5
rhyme no more,
'bout crime no more
Eb
'Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw
Bbm
My flow expose holes that
they find in yours
Wasn't for me,
Eb
niggas still be dying for whores
Bbm
But I hate when a nigga sit back,
admiring yours
Young blood you better get that,
Eb
we frying because
Bbm
Niggas don't want to be confined
to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers yo,
Eb
they dying to floss
Bbm
I used to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block,
Eb
then the iron I toss
Bbm
Come back with the clique
playing Diana Ross
Ebm
I'm the boss and this is how
Eb
it's gon' be
Bbm
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed 'til they
Ebm
Eb
put flowers on me
Bbm
And kiss my cold cheek,
chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He was
Ebm
Bbm
holdin' no leaks'
Started from the crack game
and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game,
Ebm
Jigga the OG
Bbm
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out
Ebm
of apartment 4- B
Bbm
Me and my homie, started out co- d's
Picked the mailbox lock
Eb
'cause I ain't have no key
Bbm
Had the cable with the anchor when
Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key,
Ebm
Eb
but now I'm back it's on
Bbm
Mother fuckers
Verse 6
Bbm
Ebm
Bbm
Jigga, uh- huh, yeah
Ebm
Roc- A- Fella y'all, uh
Bbm
Uhh, feel this
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