This single was released on 15 September 2018.
Scale: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 105 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm [VERSE] Gm You sound like a bitch, bitch Gm Shut the fuck up! Gm When your fans become your haters Gm You done? Gm Fuckin' beard's weird Gm Alright Gm You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard Gm We doin' this once Gm You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird Gm Why you yell at the mic? (Illa) [VERSE] Gm Rihanna just hit me on a text Gm Last night I left hickeys on her neck Gm Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Gm Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Gm Damn, I'm really sorry you want me Gm To have a heart attack Gm Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Gm Realized I forgot to call you back Gm Here's that autograph for your daughter, Gm I wrote it on a Starter cap Gm Stan, Stan, son Gm Listen, man, Dad isn't mad Gm But how you gonna name yourself Gm After a damn gun and have a man-bun? Gm The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Gm Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Gm Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me Gm I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Gm Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" Gm So before you die let's see who can out-petty who Gm With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh Gm But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you Gm By 29, I had three albums that had blew Gm Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Gm Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food Gm But you're a fuckin' mole hill Gm Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Gm Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel Gm To my bone marrow Gm Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Gm Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, Gm Sprayin' lead (brrt) Gm Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up) Gm Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? Gm What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? Gm 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Gm Kelly, I need reading material Gm …Dictionary… www.chordzone.org Gm "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Gm Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, Gm That was three albums ago Gm What do you know? Oops Gm Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Gm Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Gm Yeah, I had enough money in '02 Gm To burn it in front of you, ho Gm Younger me? No, you're the wack me, Gm It's funny but so true Gm I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you Gm 'Til I'm hitting old age Gm Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Gm Got more fans than you in your own city, Gm Lil' kiddy, go play Gm Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Gm Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Gm Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Gm Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat Gm You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Gm Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, Gm You about to really blow Gm Kelly, they'll be putting your name Gm Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker! Gm Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Gm Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) Gm My biggest flops are your greatest hits Gm The game's mine again and Gm Ain't nothin' changed but the locks Gm So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gm Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Gm Bein' rich-shamed by some prick Gm Usin' my name for clickbait Gm In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Gm Now I gotta cock back, aim Gm Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop) Gm It's your moment Gm This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Gm Had to give you a career to destroy it Gm Lethal injection Gm Go to sleep six feet deep, Gm I'll give you a B for the effort Gm But if I was three-foot-eleven Gm You'd look up to me, and for the record Gm You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Gm Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Gm Give your life to be as solidified Gm This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo Gm When he's out of bullets Gm So what good is a fuckin' machine gun Gm When it's out of ammo? Gm Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper Gm How the fuck can him and I battle? Gm He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel Gm I'll give him my sandals Gm 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady Gm He's gon' have to live in my shadow www.chordzone.org Gm Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Gm Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! Gm You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see Gm You're fuckin' salty Gm 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Gm Your red sweater, your black leather Gm You dress better, I rap better Gm That a death threat or a love letter? Gm Little white toothpick Gm Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Gm Thanks for dissing me Gm Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" Gm But really, I don't care who's in the right Gm But you're losin' the fight you picked Gm Who else want it? Kells — attempt fails! Budden — L's! Gm Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Gm Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still Gm But this idiot's boss pops pills Gm And tells him he's got skills Gm But, Kells, the day you put out a Gm Hit's the day Diddy admits Gm That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! Gm I'm sick of you bein' wack Gm And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune Gm So let's talk about it (let's talk about it) Gm I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Gm Need to get the cock up out it Gm Before we can even talk about it (talk about it) Gm I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Gm Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think Gm That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Gm Don't mean you are, and you're not about it Gm So just leave my dick in your mouth Gm And keep my daughter out it [OUTRO] Gm You fuckin'… oh Gm And I'm just playin', Diddy Gm You know I love you
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