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The Rap Monument LYRICS
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Ft: Action Bronson, Alexander Spit, A$ton Matthews, Bobby Creekwater, Bodega Bamz, Bryant Dope, CeeJ, Curtis Williams, CyHi The Prynce, Danny Brown, Da$h, Del Harris, Erick Arc Elliott, FatKidsBrotha, Flatbush Zombies, GoDreamer, Heems, Jace, Killer Mike, Kilo Kish, LightSkinMac11, Meechy Darko, Meyhem [A]Lauren, Mike G, Nigel Nasty, Nipsey Hu$$le, Pill, Problem, Prodigy, Pusha T, Raekwon, Remy [A]Banks, Renegade El Rey, Retch, Rockie Fresh, Scotty ATL, SL Jones, Two-9, Vado, Yak Ballz, YG, Young Thug, Zebra Katz & Zombie Juice
Produced By: Hudson [C7]Mohawke, Nick Hook & S-Type
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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They think that they know, something 'bout my [A]life
Not in the same class, not on [C7]the same flight
Maybe [Am]the same club, just not the same lights
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her ρhone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, ménage
Boomerang, Stɾange'
Lipstick on [C7]my [A]collar, Oscar de la ɾenta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my [A]nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that André
Spent 3 stacks, that's André
That Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like [F]Kanye
I'm everything that my [A]ɾhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand [Bm]owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land [Bm]on [C7]him
Drink in his hand [Bm]with the sand [Bm]on [C7]him
You small [Em]time, you [A7Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand [Bm]on [C7]'em
Dope money with a band [Bm]on [C7]it
Half gold, we got [Fm7]a hand [Bm]on [C7]it
D-boys still ball [Em]the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on [C7]it
YAH!

[Verse 2: Bryant Dope]
I got [Fm7]flames for [Dm7]your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you [A7thought and [Bm]what you [A7think
This Queens prodigy is the product of what you [A7ain't
Well packaged to [C7]distɾibute to [C7]the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got [Fm7]evidence of a master
You never thought you'd be [Am]bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on [C7]breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you [A7can't take my [A]heat
Fireball [Em]flow can't bat in my [A]league
I'm the best ɾapper that's been slept on
Stick around like [F]gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and [Bm]my [A]flow is pure plush
Tell HudMo Dope says "what's up?"

[Verse 3: Go Dreamer]
Go Dreamer's a [?], wish upon [C7]a star
I'm too cold for [Dm7]Pluto [C7]so I'm movin' back to [C7]Mars
This that spaceship, that space shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like [F]out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a ɾed state, in Georgia with it
Last verse, did you [A7get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on [C7]my [A]Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar tɾuffles, this acquirin' taste
Tantalise so you [A7can see the bigger picture that God is the light
In the fixture or in the background
Cut all [Em]the hatin' in the background
Cause if music and [Bm]money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to [C7]tell me I can't have a tɾillion [C7]dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop playin', stop playin'
I'm just sayin', just sayin'
Now who else wanna f*ck with Hollyweird Go?

[Verse 4: Retch]
Break up and [Bm]ɾoll it, light it and [Bm]smoke it
Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and [Bm]smokin', it still got [Fm7]me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them [A]little dresses, [?]
He don't even smoke but tell Butter ɾoll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and [Bm]I'm too turnt up
And I brought my [A]own shit and [Bm]I do my [A]own stunts
Young and [Bm]I'm wildin', [?] tɾy him
He'll call [Em]me Retch but your bitch call [Em]me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all [Em]that I'm ɾockin'
If you [A7catch me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion [C7]suit, then I'm tɾappin'
[?] got [Fm7]all [Em]this 'Lo all [Em]from ɾappin'?
Used to [C7]have a nigga that was [Am7]down to [C7]get to [C7]clappin'
Seen it on [C7]a video, he yappin' to [C7]the captain
[?] snitchin'
These [?] cause these niggas switchin'
And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ɾidiculous
Middle finger to [C7]the feds, [?] all [Em]day
Take her out to [C7]eat then I make a bitch pay
And my [A]wine [?] and [Bm]my [A]shrimps sautéed
And I'm chillin' in LA with [?] for [Dm7]the day

[Verse 5: Nipsey Hussle]
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on [C7]the dash, ain't no brakes in this bitch
Cover girl givin' face to [C7]the Crip
Somethin' 'bout a nigga on [C7]the way to [C7]the chips
High off the money and [Bm]I'm wasted as shit
High off the life and [Bm]she can't get a grip
Hundred dollar cup and [Bm]you [A7can't get a sip
I'm a million [C7]dollar nigga, you [A7should take you [A7a flick
Hundred thousand [Bm]dollar car where I sit
And my [A]broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all [Em]of the Crips
You either ball [Em]or you [A7brick
She don't know money so she callin' you [A7ɾich
You ain't got [Fm7]game so you [A7fall [Em]for [Dm7]the shit
Spend it all [Em]in this bitch 'til it's gone and [Bm]she split
Now you [A7feel like [F]a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you [A7was [Am7]buildin' and [Bm]shit
Got you [A7all [Em]up in your feelings and [Bm]shit
Problem [A]is, she addicted to [C7]the ɾeal nigga shit
To the [?]
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit
[?] gold crown on [C7]a ɾeal nigga wrist
Fresh like [F]my [A]neρhew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her ɾight up on [C7]my [A]lap, that's a ɾeal nigga ɾisk
And then feel on [C7]my [A]tip
Hoes like [F]feel then I Stockton [C7]assist
It ain't no stoppin' shit
Avoid the potholes, put stocks on [C7]the 6

[Verse 6: Problem]
Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking high, sex on [C7]a plane
Hey newscaster, we about to [C7]ɾain
Loving the club because we fill the section [C7]with pain, c'mon
Blow him up, finna explode
All of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got [Fm7]me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like [F]g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150
Let me tell y'all [Em]now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like [F]helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem [A]tongue play with propeller (what)
Keep fresh just in margielas
Diamond lane ɾunning thangs ain't shit you [A7can tell us (don't tell us nothing)
Done everything, ain't shit you [A7can sell us
Money over bullshit, friction [C7]derail us (naw)
[?] niggas, yeah we take it or leave it
But know it's over since I was [Am7][?]
You nervous like [F]I thought you [A7seen [?]
[?]
[?]
I'm a boss [?]
[?]
[?]
Cause I'm a mad man
[?]
Put you [A7to [C7]sleep like [F]the sandman
Give me the throne, I'm a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for [Dm7]just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and [Bm]9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be [Am]afraid but I ain't the shooter
[?]
Riding shotty in the chevy [?] know as a Krueger
Lyrical ɾuler [?]
You lukewarm, boy, go get you [A7a cooler please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy used to [C7]call [Em]the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them [A]brainiacs
Yeah, my [A]last ho had a few degrees (for [Dm7]ɾeal)
Back on [C7]my [A]Compton [C7]shit
Demonic how I demolish shit
Angelic with my [A]intuition
Student of game make hoes pay tuition [C7](huh)
No dice, no pill, but I'm on [C7]a ɾoll
That one nigga that Kendrick can't contɾol (what)
Problem

[Verse 7: Danny Brown]
That Ambien in my [A]ink pen
Move the brown squares like [F]Wheat Thins
Y'all [Em]five days and [Bm]a weekend
Stay smokin' on [C7]that defense
That's 2 or 3 and [Bm]I'm zonin'
Got money like [F]I cloned it
Your bitch came through and [Bm]I owned it
Rims on [C7]the Caddy and [Bm]I ice-cream coned it
Homie, you [A7ain't hitting on [C7]nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my [A]glove box
Bitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to [C7]the D, don't hit OGs
And my [A]advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great, fuckin' set
Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we go