This single was released on 19 July 2019.
Vocals: Conway The Machine , Eminem ,
Producer(s): Beat Butcha , Daringer,
Writer(s): Luis Resto, Beat Butcha,,
Producer(s): Beat Butcha , Daringer,
Writer(s): Luis Resto, Beat Butcha,,
Scale: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [Intro: Conway the Machine] Ebm Yeah (Brr), uh Ebm (Brr, brr, brr) Ebm (Brr, brr, brr) Ebm Machine Ebm (Brr) Ebm It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr) Ebm It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr) Ebm Look, look [VERSE] [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Ebm Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Ebm Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (Ahh) Ebm Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit Ebm I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha) Ebm I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh) Ebm Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh) Ebm I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip Ebm Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist Ebm (Ayo, let's roll somethin') Ebm Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh) Ebm The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr) Ebm Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team (Uh-huh) Ebm On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha) Ebm Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine? Ebm My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines Ebm The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh) Ebm The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Ebm Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine Ebm Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo) Ebm My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim Ebm I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh) Ebm Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh) Ebm Whippin' all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga) Ebm Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come Ebm That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! www.chordzone.org [CHORUS: Conway the Machine] Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?) Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game Ebm Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Ebm Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Ebm Until I pull up, let it ring Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga) Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?) Ebm Ayo, they think this shit a game Ebm Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Ebm Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Ebm Until I pull up, let it– [VERSE 2: Eminem] Ebm I used to be a man of the people Ebm Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?) Ebm Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink like a flamingo (Pink) Ebm That was back when I smoked Canibus Ebm Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his Ebm So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Ebm Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds Ebm How me and Ja Rule almost got cool Ebm 'Cause we shot pool back in '01 Ebm Was it '02? I don't know, but Ebm Something told me fuckin' not to Ebm Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Ebm Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night Ebm And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I Ebm Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Ebm Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise www.chordzone.org Ebm Huh, here a mic, there a mic Ebm Everywhere a mic, share and share alike Ebm But just don't compare alike Ebm Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight Ebm Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin' Ebm Compare me to Jaws Ebm Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Ebm Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Ebm Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Ebm Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop Ebm This is where all that silly shit stops Ebm Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought Ebm The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, I'm sending a shot Ebm Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Ebm Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped Ebm One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off Ebm They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Ebm Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah Ebm I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha Ebm In the trailer park (Haha) Ebm Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's Ebm Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit Ebm Get the strap like a trainin' bra Ebm Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock Ebm But Shady's not for the faint of heart Ebm Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt Ebm Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans Ebm Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Ebm Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin' Ebm I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (Bang)
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