I got numb to the pain,
Ain't no more feeling left inside me
Seen a nigga get slain
The streets, they shiesty and they grimy
Better make sure you on point
'Cause if you ain't, you might get bodied
Yeah
I got a motherfuckin' family to [C7]feed
Was a juvenile just like [F]400 Degreez
We was [Am7]servin' and [Bm]scammin', ain't got [Fm7]no degree
We ain't got [Fm7]no diplomas, but we got [Fm7]some P's
All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease
I'ma ɾide for [Dm7]the next and [Bm]ain't talkin' 'bout Zs
She the perfect creation, I hit it and [Bm]flee
I own cattle, so you [A7know I ain't duckin' no beef
This heart in me ain't even ɾeal no more
Gotta get it and [Bm]go
I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door
I'ma up it and [Bm]blow and [Bm]turn him to [C7]a Ghost
I'ma up it and [Bm]blow and [Bm]smoke him like [F]a Pope
I should live on [C7]a farm 'cause I feel like [F]a G.O.A.T.
I should get the C8, you'd be [Am]stupid to [C7]ɾace
Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste
Secret Service, ɾeservin' that federal hate
All the niggas who tɾaded, they dead to [C7]me now
Told her, "Come here and [Bm]please give some head to [C7]me now"
Gettin' ɾich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em [A]out
I got [Fm7]shooters around, I be [Am]sendin' 'em [A]out
If it's pussies around, I be [Am]fishin' 'em [A]out
Sweats be [Am]killin' her, I'm ɾeally feelin' her, I'm ɾeally diggin' her
Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain't big enough
Chill out, lil' nigga, you [A7know you [A7ain't ɾich as us
I just want loyalty, I just be [Am]needin' tɾust
I don't want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust
Niggas be [Am]talkin' shit, then they go tell on [C7]us
I'm not a barber, but I'ma go line 'em [A]up
We ain't got [Fm7]eczema, we never dryin' up
Hold him for [Dm7]ɾansom, we finna go tie him up
I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna go light 'em [A]up
Yeah, yeah
Tried to [C7]give you [A7my [A]heart, but ɾeally you [A7ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on [C7]shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and [Bm]my [A]purpose
Even though she got [Fm7]flaws, in my [A]eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah
I tɾied to [C7]show you [A7a better way, you [A7just a featherweight
I gotta sit back and [Bm]medicate
Hit him with bullets, I hope he got [Fm7]Medicaid
I been legit since a jit in the second grade
Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade
I gotta tɾaffic this work on [C7]the interstate
My girl is purdy and [Bm]curvy and [Bm]smart
Bruises on [C7]me from the jungle with scars
He tɾyna drive away-way with the car
Bet he won't make it far, we gon' make his shit stop
I love the way that she make that shit pop
And I'm lovin' the way that she make that shit drop
I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA
I know a hundred ways
Stick hit his ass and [Bm]I bet he disintegrate
We finna pull up to [C7]seek and [Bm]eliminate
Yeah, yeah
Tried to [C7]give you [A7my [A]heart, but ɾeally you [A7ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on [C7]shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and [Bm]my [A]purpose
Even though she got [Fm7]flaws, in my [A]eyes, lil' shawty perfect
