Susi: D major
Verse 1
D
Em
D
X -Rated, to a new beginning,
Em
D
new life
Hey, hey, come disrespectful
and get a melee
Feelin' regretful, a nigga may say
that I need no other ex
Go a bit of yay, crap,
they don't get what they pay
We're not here to play, play,
grave niggas pray, pray
Make em really hit the A -bay, bay,
in a grave they lay
Game of death and get a paid vacay
Dm
Wake up, wake up, stop the fake fucks
eat a beat like a vet
when it's tech in a mess hall
I'ma bless y 'all, but you niggas
don't want me that tall
D
then I'll come up and run up the checks, dawg
Then I'm fresh all at the Met Ball,
in a bulletproof vest, I'm a best draw
Em
Beat the beat up like I do the pudding,
D
strut as cloud as what is to the footing
Niggas swingin' at the air
like Cuba Gading, but
Your arms are too short to box with G's,
so you don't wanna be an op to me
Em
D
Cleverly I spit,
motherfuckers can't even see my shit,
even in a cool elastopease, so
Don't give me no, don't give me no,
don't give me no
Nah, don't give me no hate,
don't give me no hits,
don't give me no hype, blah
Don't give me no funk, no deceiving,
no one of us leaving this evening
Don't give me no sip,
don't give me no suck,
don't give me no shit, nah
Em
They fear the ascension of the lyricist
they stay down, n***a
A lot of us never wanna see a n***a
Dm
D
shooting beyond the clouds, they
Cannot adjust,
so they begin all the skimming
Fuck us up, tryna really hold back
everything my mouth say
I got a boss, n***a never had
Dm
Who the fuck let these niggas
on the scene?
D
Nightmares, no dreams, they scream
And as big as they seem
I've seen their streams
Dm
He wanna wear the crown,
but he ain't no king
They ain't in his jeans
Low wealth, his lean
Low self -esteem
I think I'll let him bring
But it ain't no thing
Em
Dm
So generous
Fuck fake snakes, so slitherous
D
Em
D
Various venomous vipers befriended us
but the hate was continuous
was very tenuous
Tried to lift him up, but it was strenuous
Dm
D
They kept offending us
And now they hate us
I'm an original nigga, they're Apex
They're unoriginal niggas, they apex,
willing to spray text
Those who hate tech, high tech like a tesla
My line at your neck for my paycheck,
D
So hungry, I might even live
in a troposphere
Don't feel a drop if you're
just talkin' basics
I'm on a bus,
D
shootin' beyond the clouds, they
Can not adjust,
Dm
so they begin all the skimmin'
to hit the foul way
Fuck us up, tryna really hold back
everything my mouths say
I got a bus, nigga never had no
stratosphere about me
D
Can't touch this like Hammer,
I did not stammer
Watch your grammar, please,
Don't give me no Sex
Don't give me no Memory
don't give me no false,
don't give me no fraud, nah
Don't give me no hate,
don't give me no hits,
don't give me no hype, blah
Don't give me no funk, no deceiving,
Dm
no one of us leaving this evening
Don't give me no sip,
don't give me no soup,
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