Werbung entfernenOriginal Key: A# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 115
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
[INTRO]
F#
Yo (Yeah)
A little under the weather
Fuck it
Yeah
Alright, here we go
[VERSE]
A#m First I'ma shred a (What?)
A#m Verse like I had a personal vendetta (Yeah)
F# Words come together like birds of a feather (What?)
F# 'Til I need a walker like Herschel, I'm better
A#m Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together
A#m But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (Nah)
F# Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (Like?)
F# Like who had the second best verse on "Forever"? (Damn)
A#m Now I got a riddle (What?), one condition,
A#m you mustn't laugh (Okay)
F# What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?)
F# A giraffe (Haha)
A#m "Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (Yeah)
A#m How can I Go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha)
F# Arm so short he can't even touch his hands
F# When they're above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (Wow)
A#m Sorry, I don't mean (What?) to upset you, Ben' (Yeah)
A#m When I talk about (What?) all the debt you in (Uh)
F# I hear that you been (What?) creepin' on the low
F# In them cheap hotels (Yeah),
F# that they catch you in (What?)
A#m Jesus Christ, dawg (Damn),
A#m when you said two ten (What?)
A#m Never guessed you meant (Damn) at the Red Roof Inn (Shit)
F# In a room with one single bed, two men (What?)
F# Shady, man, you can't—, yes, you can (Shh)
A#m Well, I guess then I regret to inform you,
A#m hate to spoil the day (What?)
F# But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (Huh?)
F# Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)
A#m Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose
A#m F# Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (Well)
F# Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (Yeah)
F# A#m You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral
A#m F# I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams
F# Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go
A#m Right toward the asylum or the psych ward
F# Because I strangled you with a mic cord
F# Because my fuckin' mind's morbid
F# A#m I'm on my (What?) Pegasus, my high horse,
A#m and I'm fly (Yeah)
A#m Bitch, I soar like a sty
F# You probably feel like you're gonna die (Yeah)
F# 'Cause you're in my morgue
F# A#m and you're tied up like a tight score
A#m And that's why (What?) I'm back with Cole Bennett
A#m F# And I been at the level J. Cole been at
F# It's Aftermath that I ride for 'til I die
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