Alpha Omega chords by Skepta

Intro:

Lex Luger
Yeah, yeah

Verse 1:
             Fm
I'm the Alpha and the Omega, the star player
                           Fm
You're a liar, big capper, a pump faker
    Fm
Seen you around, but you're never involved, a spectator
                                         Fm
Can't you see the Spirit of Ecstasy? This ain't a Bentayga (Huh)
    Fm
Nah, how we're livin'? I'm never quittin' (Woo)
                                     Fm
V 'Bach whippin', Rollie ain't tickin'

818 sippin', sauce spillin'
    Fm
See different colors when the shrooms kick in, born sinnin'
                                                     Fm
See who's your brother when they start talking prison

Big Smoke, I don't fight, my diamonds hittin'
Came with a chopper, he ain't a DJ, but my guys spinnin'
Are you dizzy? He ain't got no ID, he's got bine with him
If I told my brother that it's 4L, that means I'm riding with him

Chorus:
I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win
Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in
I check my balance, and it look like a bag of onion rings
Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (Greaze)
Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him
Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym
When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin
Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim (Yo)

Verse 2:
Yeah, hotter than a oven, grabba crushed an' so my spliff bussin'
Slick talking, gotta hide the smoke when the kids walk in
Six figures, now I gotta bank with Coutts, I'm big bossin' (Rich)
No, I ain't from Milwaukee, but I'm a mill' walking
Lex Luger (Greaze) on the beat (Bow), this shit's knocking
Bad bit', told me that she don't twerk, now she's TikTokin' (How)
I see the back from the front like she's Kriss Krossin' (Sex)
Needed a ride, said I can't get the keys, now we're lip lockin'
Mains furs, and we got matchin' watches if you're wrist watchin' (Tick-tock)
Anytime you see my name, know that's a hit droppin' (Hit drop)
And the streets ain't like F1, there ain't no pit stoppin' (Woo)
Pulled up to the venue, jumped in the stage and I got that shit rockin'

Chorus:
I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win
Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in
I check my balance, and it look like a bag of onion rings
Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (Greaze)
Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him
Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym
When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin
Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim

Outro:
(Hah, hah, hah)