Xxl chords by Est Gee

Key: F# Minor

🎸 Intro:

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Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac,
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nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
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I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
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It's gonna be two dead on the day I go
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Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING)

🎸 Verse:
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Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof
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You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth
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I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude
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Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you
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They all non factors, it's true
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Don't rap, they actually do
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I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to
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I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through
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Sittin' in a half a million car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof
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It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce
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Heard I'm in town, they get spooked
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Fake ass and wrestling dudes
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See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it?
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Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston
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Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry
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Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it
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I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty two end
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As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah)

🎸 Chorus:
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Yeah, God to you niggas
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Stars in my ceilin'
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We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals
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Black tar heroin flippin'
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Post my ass in the center
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The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen

🎸 Verse:
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Finesse the double X L, told me, "Gee, you cold as hell"
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The best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed
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I fuck with Simone model ass, you covered, but be real
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I guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on wheels
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Declined her, but she like me, won't do a cover on me, still
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Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream until I'm pale
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But most y'all niggas dead, never see they face again
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Pineapple mixed with red, turn this Fanta Keenan Kel
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Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell
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'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail
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I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell
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Plug talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' a Zelle
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Do too much show and tell, and beefin' on the web
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That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair
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And bro, they hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer
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We shootin' bricks like Craigs, like it's Friday all year



🎸 Chorus:
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Yeah, I'm God to you niggas
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Stars in my ceilin'
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We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals
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Black tar heroin flippin'
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Post my ass in the center
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The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen

🎸 Outro:
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Mm, the biggest and the realest
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Shit's not scripted
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Mm, can't be like me, mm
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In a hundred years, you might not make it out
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Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out
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Keep copyin', if you don't copy, you'll tell somebody
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You don't need use a copy, try and get it out of me, but they just can't do it
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They never did nothin'
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Swear, it don't make no sense
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And all these niggas fall off after a few months
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The biggest though, yeah