This song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By(2020), released on 17 January 2020.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 95 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Oh, this what we doin'? Alright Am M.A [VERSE] Am I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Am Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Am Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Am Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing Am I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience Am But I hate to pay a bill (Hate that) Am And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that) Am Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (She came, uh) Am Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real Am It's the broke lingo (Huh) Am And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo) Am Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (Ooh) Am I just want some face but this is no facial (Ooh) Am Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (Hello) Am Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello) Am Disrespect that life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr) Am You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (Huh) Am I'm in cake mode (Huh), I'm in brave mode, uh Am What up, Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts) Am Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (Drip, drip, drip) Am Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr) Am Collect pesos (Huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid) Am Self-made goals (Hey) Am When the pain leaves (Huh) Am Where does the pain go? (Where?) Am Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (There) Am To the sky is where my brain goes (Wow) Am Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (Wow) Am Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Am Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?) Am Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Am Game over, Thanos on you H-O's Am On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (Yeah) Am Get the plunger (Plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Am Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know) Am Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox Am You're gonna need three SWATs or police officers 1at least to come pull me off of it and I don't stop Am Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit 'cause I feed off of it Am I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, Am I'ma leave carnage Am Each thought'll be so toxic, Am it'll block the wind through your esophagus Am Stop it, cutting off your oxygen Am And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Am Better watch for Slim, better get to popping and when I'm at the top again Am I won't topple, I'm giving it to anyone who wanna come Am and get it and I'm not gonna stop Am But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is Am I cleansed him of his mortal sins, Am I'm God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers Am I'm moving on but you know your scruples Am are gone when you're born with Lucifer's horns Am And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Am Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Am Showed them all the blueprint and formula Am But it seems like the more they studied my music, Am the more they remind me of eyeballs Am I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh) Am But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game Am Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Am Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Am Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away Am They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating [VERSE] Am Man, I don't see why they hate me Am I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy Am They call me Kanye crazy Am APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z Am And I'm back with Andre, baby Am And the doctor's operating Am But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady Am Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, Am I better check to see why you feel upset Am 'Cause I met your bitch on the internet now Am I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet Am That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow Am Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Am Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no Am I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo Am And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Am Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Am Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Am Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too Am Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views Am Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew Am 'Cause that's what I do, do, do Am But, even to the untrained human eye Am We ain't the same, you and I Am Somebody should have explained to you why Am For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah) Am That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah Am But I know magic and here go my last trick Am I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat Am I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react Am But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that Am As I begin to fuckin' devour the track Am And you backpedal that is a cowardly act Am Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Am Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Am Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away Am They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
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