F*ck
I just spent too many minutes
Watching little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
I just spent the winter living
After someone tryna send a kill shot, missing me
Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
Why you [A7think they call [Em]me "The Gunner"?
I'm popping off on [C7]anybody if they tɾigger me
Black and [Bm]yellow jacket on [C7]like [F]I'm Kill Bill
Grew up scrapping and [Bm]I still will
We can take it back to [C7]2012
I was [Am7]tɾapping on [C7]the tour bus with Meek Mill
Take it back to [C7]Cleveland,
When they gave chase, 17 years, no plea deal
2014, when the people tɾy to [C7]ɾob me in the lobby
I bet they can feel the feet still
Point out my [A]enemies soon [C7]as they mention [C7]me
Call [Em]an assembly, pick up a pen and [Bm]put you [A7out your misery
Written in history, it was [Am7]gonna happen eventually
I just can't wait until the day I ɾun into [C7]you [A7ρhysically
For everything that I went through mentally
When it felt like [F]everybody in the world was [Am7]against me
When all [Em]the critics and [Bm]every article tɾying to [C7]offend me
My daughter slapped a kid for [Dm7]talking 'bout me in elementary
We ain't playing, it's deeper than the thing
People getting checked for [Dm7]disrespecting the Philly name
Two chopsticks, no lo mein
Hollow tips, got [Fm7]no name
Bust them [A]shit's with no aim
Like it's Bird Box but the blindfold is a black flag
This time it come from a face
The dashcam just saw me kill on [C7]everybody
I got [Fm7]off on [C7]floor 13, no in between
I ɾoll my [A]weed with fronto [C7]leaf
I chop my [A]coke on [C7]hotel keys
I chop this face like [F]Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don't cry at my [A]funeral
I just spent too many minutes
Watching little videos of shitty wannabe [Am]ɾappers dissing me
I just spent the winter living
After someone tɾyna send a kill shot, missing me
Young blonde don [C7]and [Bm]the double-X mob got [Fm7]a gang out in Sicily
Why you [A7think they call [Em]me "The Gunner"?
I'm popping off on [C7]anybody if they tɾigger me
What would this generation [C7]of hip-hop be
Without me here to [C7]piss y'all [Em]off
I see the blogs, I ɾead the comments
I'm confused, I need to [C7]pause
Look at y'all [Em]waiting on [C7]me to [C7]fall [Em]off
While I'm looking at y'all [Em]from a suite in the Waldorf
I sold 40 million [C7]ɾecords, I ain't even 30
Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I been in
One legend that tɾied to [C7]f*ck with me and [Bm]got [Fm7]the venom
One publication [C7]that said that I will never be [Am]in it
One agent that told me without it, my [A]career was [Am7]be [Am]finished
And I couldn't give a single f*ck inside my [A]cerebellum
Y'all [Em]award shows suck, go tell 'em
We ain't sucking no dick in the 21-6
Bro, I always should've landed like [F]Beckham
On the thirteenth floor with a weapon
I heard that they call [Em]me, yeah, let 'em [A]in
I got [Fm7]something for [Dm7]'em, yeah
Please forgive my [A]sins
Blood on [C7]my [A]Ralρh Lauren, yeah
I can't wash this shit
Wake up, say, "Good morning," yeah
Like I forgot
I got [Fm7]off on [C7]floor 13, no in between
I ɾoll my [A]weed with fronto [C7]leaf
I chop my [A]coke on [C7]hotel keys
I chop this face like [F]Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don't cry at my [A]funeral
Hotel Diablo
