Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on [C7]my [A]entɾe, gin and [Bm]juice that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong [Am]way, I swear life is like [F]a one-way
Pussy on [C7]a Sunday, fitness on [C7]a Monday
My new crib came with Feng Shui
And my [A]closet is like [F]a ɾunway
Come be [Am]fiancée, she f*ck me in a Hyundai
My ɾooftop got [Fm7]a lounge
Just a sit around and [Bm]watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for [Dm7]one K, shopping date for [Dm7]two K
Bougie ass bitch made wait to [C7]f*ck for [Dm7]two days
Finally go the two day, swear to [C7]god my [A]mood change
Top off like [F]toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my [A]mouth is full of gold and [Bm]I'm a city boy
And my [A]outfit was [Am7]in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem [A]holla at a nigga G
Riding on [C7]my [A]enemies, this my [A]Ghetto [C7]Symρhony
Whippin' Whitney, my [A]mama as a witness
Bitches lickin' and [Bm]locking up my [A]swishas
Once she blow my [A]whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my [A]foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ɾeady, already tested
Tears and [Bm]blood invested
Till my [A]cardiacs arrested and [Bm]my [A]40 oz is empty
Show me watcha owe me and [Bm]a porterhouse with that
Black magic on [C7]the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile ρhony smile, was
Police on [C7]me now, still touring
And my [A]chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to [C7]ɾeign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got [Fm7]clear doors
Burning grains in my [A]air force
And all [Em]I can see is clear ports
Since Rocky spit like [F]Andre I'm gonna kill em' like [F]Big Boi
These ɾappers is all [Em]my [A]entɾée
Eat em' like [F]cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for [Dm7]joy
Either Gunplay, ɾunway, tɾip avoid
Prolly get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a nigga tɾip collide
What took me how fast, you [A7could grip a 9
Damn, look at how that hollow tip hit his spine
And the motherfuckers come in to [C7]cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pourin' liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and [Bm]toe I miss the sky
My soul get cold, all [Em]my [A]niggas died
So and [Bm]so, niggas live and [Bm]die
Beneath choose souls you [A7will ɾeside
Rappers get a mil' for [Dm7]these freakin' lies
Tryina come with this for [Dm7]their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and [Bm]a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like [F]a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga
