This song is from the album Kamikaze(2018), released on 31 August 2018.
Scale: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 120 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm [VERSE] Fm Yeah, (Illa) Fm Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, Fm See where this takes me, Fm ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world Fm In the fuckin' face right now, yeah! [VERSE] Fm Let me explain just how to make greatness Fm Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down Fm Ain't no mistakes allowed, Fm But make no mistake, I'm 'bout Fm To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows www.chordzone.org Fm If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Fm Full magazine could take Staples out Fm Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account Fm But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Fm Motherfucker, shut the fuck up Fm When I’m talkin’, lil' bitch Fm I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' Fm My talent? Oh, bitch, Fm I don't know who the fuck y’all are Fm To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you Fm You mention me, millions of views, attention in news Fm I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Fm Billions of views, your ten cents are two Fm Skim through the music to give shit reviews Fm To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Fm Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Fm Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Fm Or get dissed, 'cause I just don't get Fm What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to Fm Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Fm Everyone copies though? Probably no Fm Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adiós Fm I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Fm Not even dissin', it just ain't for me Fm All I am simply is just an MC Fm Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (get it) Fm Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Fm Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably Fm Shake the world up if it were up to me Fm Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill Fm I should eat a pill, probably I will Fm Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death Fm I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Fm Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Fm Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, spelled) Fm Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick Fm With an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip Fm Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench Fm While I take my ballsack and Fm Flick it like a light switch Fm Like vice-president Mike Pence Fm Back up on my shit in a sidekick Fm As I lay it on a spike strip Fm These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic www.chordzone.org Fm Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Fm Jesus Christ, man, how many times is Fm Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) Fm You won't ever see Em icy Fm But as cold as I get on the M-I-C Fm I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze Fm And your skull might split like I passed you upside it Fm Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah) Fm Turn down for what? Fm I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up! Fm 'Cause I don't know Fm How I'm gonna get your mouths to shut Fm Now when it doesn't matter what caliber Fm I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks Fm You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck Fm Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks? Fm And now he wants to take it out on us." (ooouuu) Fm But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Fm Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study Fm It'll help me get back to myself Fm And she'll love me (ooouuu) Fm I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that Fm I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Fm Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (didn't I think) Fm So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae Fm Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne Fm I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name Fm I'm fed up with bein' humble Fm And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings Fm I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach Fm I heard your mumblin', but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo Fm The era that I'm from will pummel you, Fm That's what it's comin' to Fm What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it? Fm I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two Fm And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner Fm If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner Fm I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone Fm In this bitch who want it Fm I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper Fm You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's Fm But if you're lookin' to get a Fm Porterhouse you better go get Revival Fm But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider Fm Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned Fm And you woulda bought it Fm But sayin' I no longer got it Fm 'Cause you missed the line and never caught it Fm 'Cause it went over your head, Because you're too stupid to get it Fm 'Cause you're mentally retarded, Fm But pretend to be the smartest Fm With your expertise and knowledge, Fm But you'll never be an artist Fm And I'm harder on myself than Fm You could ever be regardless Fm What I'll never be is flawless, Fm All I'll ever be is honest Fm Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Fm Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic Fm With a bottle full of malt liquor Fm But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer Fm The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom Fm If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat Fm And rise to my feet Fm I don't see why y'all even started with me Fm I get impeached, my enemies die Fm I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased Fm I'm eastside, never be caught slippin' Fm Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink Fm I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats Fm I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze Fm "Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage Fm The Thing ain't even orange—oh my God, that's a reach!" Fm Shout to all my colorblind people Fm Each and everyone of y'all, Fm If you call a fire engine green Fm Aquamarine, or you think water is pink Fm "Dawg, that's a date." "Looks like an olive to me." Fm "Look, there's an apple!" "No, it's not, it's a peach!" Fm So finger-bang, Pootie Tang Fm Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Fm Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, Fm Doesn't matter what I say Fm Give me Donkey of the Day Fm What a way for 2018 to get underway Fm But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say Fm Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Fm Invite 'em in like a One A Day Fm I'm not done (preach) Fm 'Cause I feel like the beast of burden Fm That line in the sand, was it even worth it? Fm 'Cause the way I see people turning's Fm Makin' it seem worthless, Fm It's startin' to defeat the purpose Fm I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds Fm And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word Fm Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Fm Or still yet to be determined? Fm 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship Fm But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it Fm And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Fm Sold the dream to that he's deserted Fm But I think it's workin' Fm These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous Fm And he's too scurred to answer me with words Fm 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered Fm But I know at least he's heard it Fm 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service Fm To meet in person to see if Fm I really think of hurtin' him Fm Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists Fm I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists." Fm But my beef is more media journalists Fm (Hold up, hold up, hold up…) Fm I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist Fm Can get a mouthful of flesh Fm And yes, I mean eating a penis Fm 'Cause they been pannin' my album to death Fm So I been givin' the media fingers Fm Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh Fm But they been puttin' me through the wringer Fm So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press Fm But I just took this beat to the cleaners
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