This song is from the album Kamikaze(2018), released on 31 August 2018.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 70 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Am Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Am Yeah [PRE-CHORUS] Am Brain dead, eye drops Am Pain meds, cyclops Am Daybed, iPod Am "May-back", Maybach Am Trainwrecks, sidewalks Am Pay less, high-tops Am K-Fed, iHop Am Playtex, icebox www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Am Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (woo!) Am That's how much we have in common Am We are not alike, Am There's not a likeness on the mic (yeah!) [VERSE] Am I don't do Jordans and Audemars Am I do explosions and Molotovs Am Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed Am I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Am Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, Am Feelin' like the streets need me Am I ain't gotta dance long as my Am Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy Am I don't gotta hire goons Am I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely Am The sky is blue, the tie is new Am The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy Am While these dudes tryna figure out Am How to do a freestyle as fly as me Am I'm confused tryna figure out Am How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Am Everybody doin' chick joints Am Probably rob these little dudes at fist point Am 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel Am Now everybody doin' Bitcoin Am We don't got nothin' in common (no) Am We don't got nothin' in common (no) Am Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups Am On them uppers-and-downers (woo!) Am I'm into stuff like doublin' commas Am Find me a brother who's solid Am To count the shit up and then bust the shit down Am When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down Am We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic Am Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower Am Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Am Now you're slippin', Am Call it a power trip, a product of politics Am Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts Am To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Am Knowledge is power, but powerless Am If you got it and you do not acknowledge it Am Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Am Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin' Am We can spit it for ya advance Am I'm fit to be king, Am You're cut out to fit in Prince pants Am You niggas— www.chordzone.org [PRE-CHORUS] Am Brain dead, eye drops Am Pain meds, cyclops Am Daybed, iPod Am "May-back", Maybach Am Trainwrecks, sidewalks Am Pay less, high-tops Am K-Fed, iHop Am Playtex, icebox [CHORUS] Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Am Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (woo!) Am That's how much we have in common Am We are not alike, there's not alike us— [VERSE] Am You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy) Am The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) Am But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang) Am Like you was gonna do somethin' Am Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy) Am And you got juice, lil youngin, you're buggin' Am You ain't never even been Am Charged in connection with battery Am Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin' Am Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom) Am And gats cock, your partners better tool up Am This has not to do with muscular Am But have guns for sure, you better put a Am Strap on, other words if you're gonna Am Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a arsenal Am 'Cause this bar is over your head Am So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt) Am Oh, you run the streets, huh? Am Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? Am This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself Am He wants to keep up his tough demeanor Am So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina Am But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne Am If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun Am And I'm talkin' to you, Am But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly Am I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss Am But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie Am I keep on telling motherfuckers Am But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories Am Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly Am I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off Am Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock, demi-god Am Let me put a fucking silencer on this Am Little non-threatening blond fairy Am Cornball takin' shots at me Am You're not ready, fool, Am Break yourself like Rocksteady Crew Am Obviously, I'm not gettin' through Am We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, Am Lettin' off like Remy Ma Am Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a harsh child Am Pull a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Am Only time you'll ever say I lost Am You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Am Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick Am Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Am Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Am Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me Am That I'll be the most hated, though made it Am So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it Am 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho Am But now those days are over Am I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open Am My code name is groper, I role play with lotion Am I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan Am Olé the hoes like with home-made explosives Am I blow eighty holes in you Am Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and Am I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman Am I throws Dre a Motrin, I throated Nicole Am As they both there to choke and my whole plate is soakin' Am I'm double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and Am I stick and I turn in a rotatin' motion Am Invisible with the pen, Am I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals Am Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal Am I'm fuckin' these syllables, Am I let them lick on my genitals Am I'm a fucking invincible, Am Indefensible, despicable, difficult prick Am A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable Am That you bitches are fuckin' with, the original Am I can say that me and Nickel are identical, but not us Am The only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck Am Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other Am None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier Am Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Am Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster Am Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster Am Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster [CHORUS] Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Am Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (yeah!) Am That's how much we have in common (woo!) Am That's how much we have in common Am We are not alike, there's not alike us— Am (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)
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