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Key: F# Minor 🎸 Intro: F#m Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac, F#m nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up) F#m I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted) F#m It's gonna be two dead on the day I go F#m Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING) 🎸 Verse: F#m Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof F#m You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth F#m I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude F#m Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you F#m They all non factors, it's true F#m Don't rap, they actually do F#m I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to F#m I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through F#m Sittin' in a half a million car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof F#m It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce F#m Heard I'm in town, they get spooked F#m Fake ass and wrestling dudes F#m See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it? F#m Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston F#m Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry F#m Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it F#m I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty two end F#m As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah)
🎸 Chorus: F#m Yeah, God to you niggas F#m Stars in my ceilin' F#m We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals F#m Black tar heroin flippin' F#m Post my ass in the center F#m The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen 🎸 Verse: F#m Finesse the double X L, told me, "Gee, you cold as hell" F#m The best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed F#m I fuck with Simone model ass, you covered, but be real F#m I guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on wheels F#m Declined her, but she like me, won't do a cover on me, still F#m Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream until I'm pale F#m But most y'all niggas dead, never see they face again F#m Pineapple mixed with red, turn this Fanta Keenan Kel F#m Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell F#m 'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail F#m I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell F#m Plug talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' a Zelle F#m Do too much show and tell, and beefin' on the web F#m That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair F#m And bro, they hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer F#m We shootin' bricks like Craigs, like it's Friday all year 🎸 Chorus: F#m Yeah, I'm God to you niggas F#m Stars in my ceilin' F#m We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals F#m Black tar heroin flippin' F#m Post my ass in the center F#m The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen 🎸 Outro: F#m Mm, the biggest and the realest F#m Shit's not scripted F#m Mm, can't be like me, mm F#m In a hundred years, you might not make it out F#m Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out F#m Keep copyin', if you don't copy, you'll tell somebody F#m You don't need use a copy, try and get it out of me, but they just can't do it F#m They never did nothin' F#m Swear, it don't make no sense F#m And all these niggas fall off after a few months F#m The biggest though, yeah
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