This single was released on 29 May 2020. It 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 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Original Key: F 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] Fm [VERSE ONE] Fm I'm the rapper that these other rappers jealous of Fm I made more off CDs than rappers who are selling drugs Fm True story, every single aspect independent Fm I got texts from presidents and major labels I ain't read yet Fm Told my manager I'd knock him out, and he was like, "The homie?" Fm Then I fired him, if you're watching this, I'm sorry, dawg, au revoir Fm I don't need nobody's help, it's me and Nova by ourselves Fm Come here, babe; this is the entire team, nobody else Fm I conceptualize, produce, and write like every record Fm Me and Nova work the hooks, then they're mixed and mastered by Evan Fm This is homegrown, shout out all the rappers who have thrown stones Fm I'mma die rich while your casket full of broke bones Fm I ain't gon' respond to all your disses; look, I get it Fm Your videos get no views, you say my name, and people click it Fm But I'm different, you need clout, and you're desperate to make a living Fm But my bank account already full, I counted seven digits like www.chordzone.org [VERSE TWO] Fm Fuck y'all attack me with disses, attract all the critics Fm I laugh at predictions, surpass all the limits Fm The wacker the rapper, the more he's angered by the fact that I'm winning Fm I'm stacking the millions, it's tragic to witness like cancer and children Fm Aye, no playlist, no paid clicks, no fake shit Fm Rappers call me gay 'cause my braids pink Fm Your main bitch, go crazy, so wasted Fm Front row at my show, I'm her favourite Fm I'm famous, they basically hate that I made it Fm Get paid more in a day than they claim on their paycheck Fm I'm patient, but say my name again, I ain't playing, I'll buy the place that you're staying Fm Then raise the rent to the space and your parents' basement is vacant [VERSE THREE] Fm They call me privileged, y'all can't admit that I'm gifted Fm I did it without a label's assistance, I made the business decisions Fm I overcame the addictions, lived in the streets, got evicted Fm Kicked it with killers and strippers, but still my vision was different Fm I bought a mic, started spitting, produced the beats and I mixed it Fm I turned my hand into a fist and flipped a bird to the system Fm I prayed I'll finish my mission and keep my image consistent Fm I fixed the parts that were missing and switched the gas and the pistons Fm It's mathematics and physics, I had to travel the distance Fm I had to add some ambition and then subtract my suspicions Fm I wanted castles and riches, headed for caskets or prisons Fm I battled glasses of liquor and cabinets packed with prescriptions www.chordzone.org [VERSE FOUR] Fm And still these fucking rappers wanna sneak diss Fm All over my Facebook, always tryna tweet shit Fm I ain't gonna keep this a secret, my marketing genius Fm The algorithm triggered by exploiting your weakness Fm And y'all can call me clickbait and gimmicks, I call me rich Fm A million monthly listens on Spotify, suck my dick Fm I'm about to drop a couple million dollars on the crib Fm Quarter million on a whip, I just sent my mom a grip Fm And first of all, I heard it all, I could write a perfect song Fm I Google the net worth of rappers hating, and I don't respond Fm Middle finger from a private jet, I don't give a single flying fuck Fm Every single person I have met fucking pricks-out on Twitter they tough [VERSE] Fm Yo, rappers wanna beef? I got the roast fam Fm Put 'em in the dirt like a fucking UFO crash Fm Double time rappers mad, I murder it with slow raps Fm All they do is go fast, turn 'em to some ghost with the most facts Fm Slow clap, pulling triggers quickly with no blowback Fm Cracking under pressure like a cold glass, no fence Fm Jealous that I roast fast, y'all are on the rollback Fm Look at your career: it's a joke, man Fm Promise that I won't laugh, say you got the smoke, can't afford gas Fm Oh man, so sad, you record your album in a closet full of clothes with a notepad Fm Strong on the outside, muscles with no bone mass [VERSE] Fm Let's look at me for a second, man, I was deep in depression Fm Making me weak and pathetic, I thought I needed their blessings Fm It leaves an impression, I feel the infection repeating the lessons Fm Would only lead to me, and that's a lethal injection Fm And I was chasing the dragon with no medieval invention Fm I go to sleep and dream my life would be for me if I catch it Fm I let my demons possess me till I woke up in a wreckage Fm And realized that I destroyed a whole cathedral of blessings Fm It's like my feet were magnetic, the street was steel, we connected Fm I couldn't seem to reach the sky no matter how far I'm stretching Fm And I was beaten to death and screaming for help for a second Fm Now I put everything I bleed into completing my records Fm I can't compete with my past, but I'm still seeking the relics Fm And I believe with every breath I breathe, the sequel is better Fm No fear or surrender, I'm clearing the pressure Fm The tears I remember will never let me forget I was near to the Devil Fm I never claimed to be holy, but I got angels' protection Fm I got a barbed wire halo and devil horns I don't mention Fm Yeah, the Lord is my saviour, but shit, revenge is so tempting Fm I don't expect to see heaven if that's the case, I respect it [VERSE] Fm 'Cause I tried to cage the beast, but it's woken up the broken locks Fm I'm crushing everything I see like empty cans of soda pop Fm You titties on your knees like a grandma who don't own a bra Fm Put a bullet in your head like words you only spoke to God Fm I'm rowing through an ocean all alone inside an open box Fm Frozen from the blowing snow and soaking through my only socks Fm Y'all noticed me and chose the heat, so now the waters boiling hot Fm You'd hope I croak, I'm doped in coke, don't crack it turned to solid rock Fm Ay, I ain't talking to you losers like you know the cops Fm I'm rich, and that ain't bad for a kid who couldn't hold a job Fm Budget brand rappers all that Gucci fake, I own a lot Fm You can't afford the way I live, you trying to control the cause Fm Whoa, I'm in solo mode, your promo won't affect the drop Fm Artists that you promo don't have clout, the photo lights are bought Fm Try to put me in the dirt, I'll thrive like you are growing pot Fm You prototypes are hurt, y'all need work, let me open shop Fm Y'all don't understand me like a burner phone, it's coded talk Fm Don't ever see my POV like you don't know the Go-Pro off Fm Make sure that the drone is on slow-mo, so when y'all get shot Fm The footage captures every single moment while your corpses rot Fm Shoot it all on broken phones, touch it up in Photoshop Fm Upload it to YouTube with a donate button for your mom Fm So alarmed, y'all could never reach me with those broken arms Fm Untouchable as alcoholics wallets at an open bar Fm Unbreakable Da Vinci Code embed it in like my most my songs Fm Gang is full of animals, you'd think my home is Noah's Ark Fm Pastors full of broken hearts, opponents that I've blown apart Fm My logo on the stove, I let it smoulder till they know the mark [VERSE] Fm While y'all where finding Nemo, I composed a team of total sharks Fm Hid inside the reef and chiselled teeth till they were oversharp Fm Y'all fishy rappers went to sleep to dream of coral seas and stars Fm We silently and violently reminded y'all the ocean's dark Fm Lordy, I really feel sorry for your corny bars Fm Maybe you'll improve, and this is setting up your story arc Fm I am more like Iron Man, you are more like Tony Stark Fm You're human, I'm a robot suit equipped with guns and poison darts Fm Choking y'all to death like I am Homer home alone with Bart Fm I wish, I wish, I wish you fucking would on every glowing star Fm Chorus hard, high-performance parts from a pro garage Fm All I see is smoke and sparks every time your motor starts Fm What more you got in store for me? Fm Your death threats were ghost stories Fm And what's next gon' be painful Fm Hmf, gravestones
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