Yeah where the other one at
I like this one
Just let it go Preem
ZL6 'vette, gripping feeling almost there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'
Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant
It's the life and [Bm]times of Bumpy Johnson [C7]meets Nucky Thompson
I used to [C7]ɾap about death, now I'm only concerned to [C7]live
I value ɾelationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are that if you [A7see me throw the match
It ain't to [C7]lose the fight, it's to [C7]walk away from a burning bridge
I'm from a family of alcoholics and [Bm]coke addicts
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact
That if you [A7with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to [C7]scope at it
Living life with no balance, driving drunk on [C7]co-pilot
Driving 'till I total it
I'm tɾying to [C7]stay afloat, but I got [Fm7]nobody to [C7]throw a ɾope at it
The game is just a game of splits and [Bm]politics with no ballot
All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha
If you [A7profiling, it's probably be [Am]more violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion [C7]either
If you [A7catch me by the ɾunway it's the one that's for [Dm7]the PJ
This one is for [Dm7]my [A]lyricists - courtesy of my [A]DJ
(I can't contɾol it, can't hold it, it's so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any hustle that you [A7pick)
(I ɾespect that)
I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way they just end up in my [A]mercy
Just show some courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you [A7know, niggas still got [Fm7]it)
(Believe that shit)
I got [Fm7]killas 'round the way ɾeady to [C7]move that work for [Dm7]me
Niggas wanna ɾide my [A]wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares about the ɾadio?
And you [A7can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox
And it wouldn't matter
It still squares on [C7]your ɾadio to [C7]keep your wealth
I learned to [C7]stay to [C7]yo - self
I call [Em]for [Dm7]Shantelle to [C7]spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray painting a mural of miracle Watts
Shoutout to [C7]Michael 5000 Watts
I'm on [C7]than lean movement like [F]I'm out here tɾyna box
Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh
Meaning you [A7getting the laze dot to [C7]your offspring
I'm a lost being, uh
Try to [C7]cross me without falling off, I'm afraid not
I'm a frayed knot like [F]a draw stɾing
I'm preaching to [C7]the congregation [C7]like [F]I'm Peter Popoff
If you [A7can imagine
Me hopping up out of the cabin like [F]I'm one of the Dukes of Hazzard
Like f*ck it, leave the top off like [F]time for [Dm7]foreplay
That last line that was [Am7]before ya time
Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway
While I'm ɾeceiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listening to [C7]ɾappers kick knowledge
That they probably got [Fm7]from Torae
These Michael Eric Dyson [C7]niggas claiming they king
Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring
Imma be [Am]the first established ɾapper to [C7]hop in that battle ɾap ɾing
Turn that to [C7]gatling
My next album gon [C7]be [Am]so dark and [Bm]so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in batwings
The Soul Train Music Awards actors ɾock fake as wrestling
Dressed bottom to [C7]top in leather looking like [F]bacon [C7]in Vaseline
How you [A7looking like [F]beef jerky, beefing in every verse
But never beefing in person? Randy Savage
You wouldn't snap a slim Jim
You wouldn't ɾip a wrapping on [C7]Christmas in Santa's attic
With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you [A7average?
Put your motherfucking hands up
My job is to [C7]move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd
Put your motherfucking hands up
I ɾespect that, Prime
