Rough 7

Check, check, check, check, check
Check, will you turn the beat up?
Brr (I guess they just don't know how much you mean to me)
Oh, mmm, check, check, will you turn my vocals up?
(Go on anyway, it's alright, it's okay)
(I guess they just don't know how much you [A7mean to [C7]me)
Brr

(They just don't know how much you [A7mean to [C7]me)
(I guess they just don't know how much you [A7mean to [C7]me)
How could you [A7not know
What you [A7meant to [C7]me
You and [Bm]me are gonna be [Am]a bit
Know you [A7laughin' away with friends
I'll be [Am]up in a minute
Brr, brr, brr (thank you, thank you)
Thank you
Thank you, f*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
Thank you [A7(brrat, brrat, brr)

I think I'm insane, do you [A7love me?
I think I just came, do you [A7tɾust me?
When I stare hard, you [A7get ugly
I just look away at the money
I don't come from money but they say I look expensive
He lay me on [C7]the table with a bag 'cause I'm his pension
If you [A7with me, won't go hungry (Uh-uh)
If you [A7with me, call [Em]me mommy
Fuckin' with a ghost in my [A]body
Pray to [C7]the pussy like, "haunt me"
Stɾetch marks on [C7]my [A]skull, I wasn't made for [Dm7]me at all
Cut me open with your jaw, lick the writing on [C7]the wall
I got [Fm7]a fat mouth, no collagen
I got [Fm7]a fat cat (brr) and [Bm]my [A]throat infinite (brr)
(Hey) he want a picture with Tommy
Save that shit like [F]JPEG
She wanna know who's mommy?
Blood pact, wolf pack, hashtag
She put a gun to [C7]my [A]halo
I talk to [C7]God and [Bm]he calls me emo
He put a tongue to [C7]my [A]halo
I talk to [C7]God and [Bm]she calls me emo

You know, you [A7know
Get up, get up
Stay up, get up, get back, we know
Got it, then I say no, say no
Look (yeah)

Some of my [A]friends got [Fm7]big dreams (yeah)
Some of my [A]friends tote big beams (beams)
None of your friends get no cream (brr)
These niggas look blank, got [Fm7]no theme (brr)
Just got [Fm7]a new MAC, that's fifteen (yeah)
Young bald head nigga, I'm Mr. Clean
Caught a nigga off guard like [F]Pistol Pete (wow)
Line a square nigga up like [F]Billie Jean (damn, Peggy)
Just got [Fm7]a new grill, but I can't eat (huh)
But I gotta feed my [A]motherfuckin' family
Gotta make it to [C7]the top and [Bm]get a GRAMMY (gotta get it)
But I be [Am]playin' with the drums like [F]a band [Bm]geek (nasty)
Bitch nigga, don't make me aggy
Dome shot, now you [A7look like [F]Cassie (brrt)
Skinny nigga, but I'm built like [F]a athlete (wow)
AR same colors as khakis
You my [A]sons but I don't be [Am]the pappy
Stop wastin' my [A]time (uh)
These niggas done ɾan outta line (yeah)
I'm stɾapped but I'm ɾeady to [C7]die (okay)
I feel like [F]a thot when I cry (huh)
I feel like [F]a God when I ɾhyme (huh)
I can't believe that he ain't signed (God)
Why?

(Well, go on [C7]anyway, it's alright, it's okay)
(I guess they just don't know how much you [A7mean to [C7]me)
(I guess they just don't know how much you [A7mean to [C7]me)

No, the other
And if it doesn't fit me I'll give it back to [C7]you
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