[Intro]
C Csus2 G6/B Am Fmaj7/C
[Verse 1]
C
If I was being honest
Csus2 G6/B
I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good
Am
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma "I ain't making minimum wage momma"
Fmaj7/C
I'm on momma, I'm on
C Csus2
Now I'm making 400, 600, 800K momma
To stand on my feet momma
G6/B
Play these songs, it's therapy momma, they paying me momma
Am
I should be paying them
Fmaj7/C
I should be paying y'all honest to God
C
I'm just a guy I'm not a god
Csus2 G6/B
Sometimes I feel like I'm a god but I'm not a god
Am
If I was I don't know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bitch
Fmaj7/C
I'ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
C
God damn, fuck these lames, they don't want none
Csus2 G6/B
Fuck these lames, they don't want none fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don't want none
Am
Fuck these niggas
Fmaj7/C. C Csus2
Fuck you niggas Fuck me if I hated on you
[Verse 2]
G6/B
I'ma stick around I'm gon' let my nuts hang
Am
Nigga you got some just like me don't you?
Fmaj7/C
Or maybe not just like me you know I'm Africano Americano
And even if you're half Japanese
C
Roots run deep
Csus2
Family tree, throw a big shadow
G6/B
Tech company please gimme immortality
Am
I'm going rapidly fading drastically
Fmaj7/C
Or pulled the zip down
C
Wet your lips first
Csus2
Lick the tip now
G6/B
Smoke some'n
Am
They tryna find 2Pac
Fmaj7/C
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
C Csus2
He evade the press
G6/B
He escape the stress
Am
La da da da da
Fmaj7/C
La da da da da, la da da da da
[Verse 3]
N.C.
I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
Fmaj7/C
I know you love to talk
F
I ain't on your schedule
Fmaj7 Fmaj7/C
I ain't on no schedule
F Fmaj7
I ain't had me a job since 2009
Fmaj7/C
I ain't on no sales floor You say I'm changing on you
Fmaj7
I feel like Selena
Fmaj7/C F
They wanna murder a nigga, murder me like Selena
Fmaj7
You must ain't get the memo I don't cut bitches no more
F
But your bitch my exception come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Fmaj7
Remember when I had that Lexus, no
Fmaj7/C F
Our friendship don't go back that far
N.C.
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Fmaj7
Niggas go back that far
N.C.
I ain't smoked all year
Fmaj7/C
This the last song so
I'm finna wipe that off
Fmaj7
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar
Fmaj7/C F
Menage on my birthday, tap out on the first stroke
Fmaj7
Cause this ain't no work day, she don't give head anyway
Fmaj7/C
Cuz what niggas say, that's what she tell her man
Fmaj7
What a difference distance makes, niggas want fight in the streets
F
Now shit starting to make my hands hurt
Fmaj7/C
Jay hit me on the email
F
Said I oughta act my net worth, dog this is chess now, not fetch
I ain't runnin for a nigga
Fmaj7
Ain't ran since track meet
Fmaj7/C
That's the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
F Fmaj7
Could've changed this bitch a long time ago, know and know, know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
F
I'm from that 7th though, twins know and Lance know
Fmaj7/C
Clark know and Matt know
Fmaj7
Shit went 180 on me please run that back though
[Outro]
Capo off
Cmaj13
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