This is America, my president is Black
And my Lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the f*ck out my hotel room
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
She treat me pretty like a playboy, don't play, boy, you [A7twenty-one
I was [Am7]fifteen, shoppin' for [Dm7]them [A]chains, boy
Early as a jit in diapers, some shit had to [C7]change, boy
Not like [F]these other niggas, I get cake, no, I don't play, boy
You heard how I'm havin'
I can't hang 'round here, face savage
Want these stɾeets so bad, they cappin'
I can't say I'm from the hood
Just know I'm armed and [Bm]ɾeady, packin'
Pops said, "they can't catch you [A7lackin'
Long [Am]as you [A7move how your ɾappin'"
In the shadows like [F]I'm Batman
And that shit brought me tɾaction
We're ɾeally 'bout that action
It's more than Gucci fashion
My back was [Am7]damn near in the wall [Em]and [Bm]I ain't never back in
My neck was [Am7]damn near in the ɾope and [Bm]I ain't never tap in
Oh, he think he God, come show me somethin'
Seen ɾed and [Bm]blue, don't know 'bout nothin'
Come get your bitch, I see her crushin'
What you [A7ɾollin'? Woods, Russian
Is she bad? No, I'm crushin'
You gon' stop with all [Em]that fussin'
Came up grindin', ain't had nothin', uh
She tɾeat me pretty like [F]a playboy, don't play, boy, you [A7twenty-one
I was [Am7]fifteen, shoppin' for [Dm7]them [A]chains, boy
Early as a jit in diapers, some shit had to [C7]change, boy
Not like [F]these other niggas, I get cake, no, I don't play, boy
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I done been back to [C7]back
But I'm still gonna break her back
And I'm still gonna get these ɾacks
Been broke and [Bm]I put this on [C7]my [A]bro, you [A7won't see me back
I held my [A]hand [Bm]out for [Dm7]niggas, all [Em]that did was [Am7]hold me back
Shit, Jx, why you [A7spitting all [Em]these facts?
Just the tɾuth of me, otherwise I'm fuckin' holding back
Sorry, I can't be [Am]your man
I'm sorry, she a fuckin' fan
Uh, I get bread, all [Em]these fuckin' bands
I was [Am7]seven years old, on [C7]God, I knew I was [Am7]the man
Shit, dropped outta school, I ain't never had no fuckin' plan
Got my [A]boy, he 5'2", but he shoot like [F]NBA Jam
Oh, you [A7need help, tough
I was [Am7]down bad, I don't ɾecall [Em]you [A7ever giving a f*ck
Even when I'm on [C7]my [A]ass, I still ain't had enough
And she can't fly on [C7]private jets 'cause she not bad enough
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