This song is from the album EL TORO 2, released on 15 August 2023. The vocals are by Est Gee, the music is produced by FOREVEROLLING, Flex on the Beat, PHIL (Producer) , CuBeatz, and the lyrics are written by FOREVEROLLING, EST Gee, Flex on the Beat , PHIL (Producer).
This song is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 82 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 82 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Est Gee ,
Producer: FOREVEROLLING, Flex on the Beat, PHIL (Producer) , CuBeatz,
Writer: FOREVEROLLING, EST Gee, Flex on the Beat , PHIL (Producer),
Producer: FOREVEROLLING, Flex on the Beat, PHIL (Producer) , CuBeatz,
Writer: FOREVEROLLING, EST Gee, Flex on the Beat , PHIL (Producer),
Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 82 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac, F#m nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up) F#m I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted) F#m It's gonna be two dead on the day I go F#m Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING) [VERSE ONE] F#m Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof F#m You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth F#m I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude F#m Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you F#m They all non factors, it's true F#m Don't rap, they actually do F#m I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to F#m I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through F#m Sittin' in a half a million car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof F#m It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce F#m Heard I'm in town, they get spooked F#m Fake ass and wrestling dudes F#m See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it? F#m Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston F#m Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry F#m Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it F#m I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty two end F#m As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Yeah, God to you niggas F#m Stars in my ceilin' F#m We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals F#m Black tar heroin flippin' F#m Post my ass in the center F#m The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen [VERSE TWO] F#m Finesse the double X L, told me, "Gee, you cold as hell" F#m The best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed F#m I fuck with Simone model ass, you covered, but be real F#m I guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on wheels F#m Declined her, but she like me, won't do a cover on me, still F#m Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream until I'm pale F#m But most y'all niggas dead, never see they face again F#m Pineapple mixed with red, turn this Fanta Keenan Kel F#m Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell F#m 'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail F#m I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell F#m Plug talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' a Zelle F#m Do too much show and tell, and beefin' on the web F#m That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair F#m And bro, they hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer F#m We shootin' bricks like Craigs, like it's Friday all year www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Yeah, I'm God to you niggas F#m Stars in my ceilin' F#m We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals F#m Black tar heroin flippin' F#m Post my ass in the center F#m The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen [OUTRO] F#m Mm, the biggest and the realest F#m Shit's not scripted F#m Mm, can't be like me, mm F#m In a hundred years, you might not make it out F#m Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out F#m Keep copyin', if you don't copy, you'll tell somebody F#m You don't need use a copy, try and get it out of me, but they just can't do it F#m They never did nothin' F#m Swear, it don't make no sense F#m And all these niggas fall off after a few months F#m The biggest though, yeah
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