This song is from the album Kamikaze(2018), released on 31 August 2018.
Scale: Bb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 76 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Bbm F# Fm [BRIDGE] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Bbm Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it F# I don't take back what I say, F# Fm If I said it then I meant it Bbm All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it F# Fm I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Bbm Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, Bbm Bend the law, cut the rules F# Fm I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Fm Bbm Y'all been eatin' long enough, Bbm It's my turn to cut the food F# Fm Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fm Fuck you too, woo! www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bbm Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move F# Fm Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Bbm Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot F# Fm Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [VERSE] Bbm Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Bbm Turn my back on you, all of you finished F# Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Fm Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Bbm Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' Bbm These packs and I'm actually pumpin' F# Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' Fm You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' Bbm I'm actually buzzin' this time Bbm Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine F# I do not fuck with you guys Fm If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time Bbm I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Bbm Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives F# Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree Fm My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies Bbm I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo) Bbm They say I talk like a chulo (chulo) F# I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (woo) Fm Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (rah) Bbm You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup) F# Fm Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, And all of you culo Bbm They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto Bbm Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now F# Shit get relevant until the beef die down Fm In truth a nigga just really want me tied down Bbm I've been alone and I never needed nobody Bbm Just only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down F# Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle Fm I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now www.chordzone.org Bbm I said ain't no love for the other side Bbm Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) F# When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog Fm Who never lost hope Bbm You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road F# Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast Fm I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower [CHORUS] Bbm I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it F# Fm This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it F# I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em Fm Wasn't in it for the trophies, Just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? F I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules F Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose F I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full F I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me F Fuck you think? (woo!) [VERSE] Bbm I got a couple of mansions F# Still I don't have any manners Bbm You got a couple of ghost writers F# But to these kids it don't actually matter Bbm They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" F# I said, "I don't have any answers." Bbm 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album F# It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers Bbm And actually comin' from humble beginnings F# I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning Bbm I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" F# We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling Bbm But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me F# The inability to pin humility F# Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of Bbm Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em! F# Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Bbm Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up F# Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck Bbm About the ones that were here before you to make raps F# Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks F# ADATs, where the G Rap's and Kane's at? Bbm We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back Bbm F# 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage F# All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap F# I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad F# But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat F# That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that F But I think it's inevitable F They know what button to press or what lever to pull F To get me to snap though (lil bitch) F And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger Bbm But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (get it?) Bbm On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Bbm Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits Bbm I'm asleep at the wheel again Bbm As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Bbm Of another beat I'ma kill again Bbm 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Bbm Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin Bbm It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram Bbm And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Bbm Levels to this shit, I got an elevator Bbm You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker Bbm I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Bbm Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator Bbm Motherfucker know I got a right to be this way Bbm I got spite inside my DNA Bbm But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, Bbm I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy F It's the moment y'all been waitin' for F Like California wishin' rain would pour in that drought F Y'all have been prayin' for F My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw F Still the same Marshall, that outlaw F That they say as a writer might've fell off F I'm back on that bull like the cowboys [CHORUS] Bbm So y'all gotta move (yeah), Bbm Y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move F# F Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Bbm Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot F# F Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
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