This album was produced by G. Ry, KeY Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats , Hit-Boye. It is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Producer(s): G. Ry, KeY Wane, Jay John Henry, Helluva Beats , Hit-Boye,
Writer(s): Pusha T, Jadakiss, No Malice, Styles P, Kash Doll, Oba Rowland, Terry Sachen, Ryan Montgomery, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Helluva Beats, Jay John Henry, KeY Wane, Hit-Boy, Payroll Giovanni, Tee Grizzley, Cash Kidd, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Eminem, Royce da 5’9″ , Big Sean,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em Ayy, ayy, ayy Em Ayy, ayy, ayy Em (Hit-Boy) Em Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G. Ry got me) Em Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em [VERSE] Em Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens) Em Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it) Em Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?) Em Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it) Em Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it) Em Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin') Em He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?) Em In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh) Em Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (Woah) Em Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn) Em You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz Em Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga Em Gang (Uh) [VERSE] Em I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school Em These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news Em All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose? Em Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move Em Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle Em Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful Em I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit Em Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid Em You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit Em I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh Em Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me Em Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's Em Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet Em But bro can't put you onto me Em A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh Em You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Em I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I stay woke Em Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke Em Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean Em Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko Em Gotta keep Glock in the fanny Em Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh Em Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami Em Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi Em On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby, Four-One) [VERSE] Em They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance Em In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin' Em Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale Em And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele (Yup) Em Four-One P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's (Uh) Em Want halves, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy) Em Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me Em Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee Em I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah) Em Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter Em Got out that jam, now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter Em Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers [VERSE] Em (Let's go) Em (Helluva made this beat, baby) Em [Verse : 42 Dugg] Em I fuck with Mile, not too much the , they freed the 4s Em That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro Em You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in Em Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten Em I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still Em I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free Em Told 'em keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these Em Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dog, you got her head big Em Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still Em I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me Em Cuz sellin' corn still, codeword for reggies Em I ain't signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em Em Everybody with me eatin', free my niggas 'til I see 'em Em He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch Em Free them boys www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Em (Shit hard) Em (Where you at, Bo?) Em We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it Em Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it Em Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers Em Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises Em Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it Em All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors Em I been out of town so long, had to get reacquainted Em With the neighbors on the block, all this cash we been rakin' [VERSE] Em Way before the rap when I was writin' verses Em We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner Em We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses Em Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon Em Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they mamas' purses Em So they ain't standin' front the judge, listen to the verdicts Em 'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents (Yeah) Em Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains [VERSE] Em Million-dollar calls you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift Em She gon' play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it Em Don life worship Em Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches Em Yeah (Hit-Boy) Em Look [VERSE] Em I can't even chill, I get active Em Overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit Em Shit be impossible 'til it happens Em I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic Em That taught me first, no seconds to waste Em Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face Em Fuck you think she doin' over here? Watchin' Netflix? Em Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh Em I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh Em Adrenaline in me like it got injected Em My girl say I got communication issues, no, I don't Em I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results Em I bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild Em Godbody my physique and my profile Em I did every single goal that I wrote down Em Checked it off, it's old now Em And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours? Em I'm the originator, make it, then I make more Em Written in stone, you can't forge Em You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor Em Old boy black out Em Dough boy cash out, payroll, contract maxed out Em Cash kid, cash cow Em Tapped in, I can't tap out Em Bitch, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in Em Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin' in Em Lil' bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist? Em Fuck a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats and exits Em Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists Em Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain't been skippin' a step since Em Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession Em Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion Em Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection Em I turned out to be the man that I manifested Em (Let's go then) [VERSE] Em Hmm, fuck the bullshit Em I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me Em Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin' Em Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it Em Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it Em She gon' eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me Em Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me Em Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga Em Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions Em Put Church's Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit Em Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh Em Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh Em (Let's go, Royce) [VERSE] Em Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me Em I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key Em I did it all without a college degree Em I went from hottest signed artists, don dada, to G Em Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather, and P Em D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada, and Tee Em Standin' on the corner three days Em Phone is on Motorola prepaid Em Diadora or gold Ellesses Em These are ordered from the older East Bays Em She either rollin' with the owners or the lessees Em A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges Em A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin' Em I thought I told you motherfuckers I ain't need a budget Em I ride with them guys that society begrudges Em We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin' Em We survived gettin' fronted by Ilina cousin Em Before you could sell that Cole and Adele Em Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells Em The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail Em The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell Em And you know who postin' your bail? Who promotin' your L? Em Who be hopin' you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle Em Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps Em Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs Em Nah Em (Okay, yeah) Em (Hit-Boy) Em Yeah Em (G. Ry got me) [VERSE] Em Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever Em You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth Em Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm peelin' off Em The plastic on a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yeah Em Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch Em And I'm strapped up with ammunition Em And single-handedly takin' over the game like I had an actual hand missing Em But I only need one to clap Em Animal ambition Em The only butt-fuckin' way that you're strapped is for cash Em Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' imaginary little handgun you're brandishin' Em Bitch, if you pull up with the stick Em It's a car with a manual transmission Em The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one Em Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loaded guns Em When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it Em This motherfucker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the fucking mental hospital Em And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it Em It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets Em It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka Em And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids' fuckin' pillow fight with it Em You want smoke? I'm like hookah Em Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas Em Run home and go fuck my room up Em These streets will try to vacuum you up Em That's why the avenue where I grew up was Mile and Hoover (What?) Em 'Cause it sucked like a Roomba Em But even if I would've went the indie route Em I don't have any doubt Em I would still get blown like it's windy out Em Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out Em This is the beginning of the ending, but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds Em If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi Em Who am I offending now? Em Got so many fucking detractors, feels like I'm gettin' plowed Em Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds Em You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper Em Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin' like friendly neighbors Em I'm talkin' loot like I'm rioting Em Dick is so big, I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing Em I don't think it would be logic for me to say that I'm retirin' Em But I should say bye-bye, earthlings Em 'Cause I'm back on Uranus fuckin' up this "Grindin'" beat, yeah Em I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song Em You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart Em So when I'm rippin', it's hard to tell whether if it is really because Em Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are Em Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking St. Vincent de Paul Em Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp, and I'm quick on the draw Em Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar Em You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog Em 'Cause y'all are missing a heart Em Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz Em This shit is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping Em Y'all got detention tomorrow Em I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal Em Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl Em I'm invincible, I've been through it all Em Like I never thought about just ending it 'til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall Em My back was against Em Now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine-tenths of the law Em Oh Em Oh, fuck it
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