キー: G minor
Verse 1
Fm
Somebody's pulling
me close to the ground.
I ain't panicked.
I've 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.
Just so happens I know how to rap.
Cm
Okay! I'm reloaded!
Gm
Fm
Uh -huh.
Let's get it again, nigga.
Cm
I'm real young
Fm
Cm
Gm
I'm real young
Fm
I'm real young
I'm young
Cm
I'm real young
Gm
Fm
I'm young
I'm real young
A lot of speculation
Cm
on the monies I've made
Gm
Fm
Punnies I've slayed
How is E for real?
Is that nigga really paid?
Cm
Gm
Fm
Hustlers I've met or dealt with dir ect
Is it true he's state of beef
and slept with a tent?
Cm
What's the position you hold?
Gm
Can you really match a triple
Fm
platinum artist?
Fuck my butt but only a single
going gold
Rockefeller shit fold
Gm
Fm
And you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
11 for a 0?
Cm
For the millionth time asking me
Gm
Questions like Wendy Williams
Fm
harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Cm
Gm
Can I get a minute to breathe?
And in that minute you leave
Fm
While I'm looking at my roll
Ice spinning on my sleeve
Cm
Ugh, nice watch
Gm
Do you really have a spot?
Fm
Like you said in front of Vogue
And if so, what block?
Cm
What you doing in L .A.
Gm
Fm
With Filipinos in es says
Latinos in Chevettes down
by Pico with Frederico
Cm
I answer all y questions but
Gm
Fm
then y got to go
Now the question I ask you
is how bad you wanna know
Cm
Gm
Black! York!
Fm
I'm New York!
I'm New York!
Db
Ab
I got the feel of y 'all
Ebm
Ab
Uh! No mustache
Ebm
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
About crime no more
To I'm no more
Ab
Cause I'm so raw
Ebm
My flow expose hoes that
they find in yours
Was it for me,
Ab
niggas still be dying for whores
Ebm
But I hate when the niggas sit back,
I'm ironing yours
Young blood, you better get that,
Ab
we fryin' because
Ebm
Niggas don't wanna be confined
to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers,
Ab
yo, they dying to floss
Ebm
I used to be OT, applying the force
Shoot up the whole block,
Ab
then the iron I toss
Ebm
Come back with the click
playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss,
Abm
Ab
and this is how it's gon' be
Ebm
Burnt the turnpike while
Miles on the beat
I got miles to feed till they
Abm
Ab
put flowers on me
Ebm
And kiss my cold cheek,
chicks crying like I was cold cheeks
Abm
Tombstone, Reedy was holding no leaks
Ebm
Started from the crack game
and then so sweet
Abm
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
Ebm
On MTV, telling them how I sold D
And used to bag work
Abm
up out of apartment 4B
Ebm
Me and my homie started out coldies
Picked a mailbox lock cause I
Ab
ain't have no key
Ebm
Had the cable with the anchor
when Jazz made Sophie
Then I went low key,
Abm
Ab
but now I'm back, it's on,
Ebm
motherfuckers
Abm
Ebm
Jigga, uh -huh, yeah, Rockefeller, yo
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Uh, uh, Phyllis
Ebm
Abm
Abm
Ebm
You
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