Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro: Big Sean]
Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight! Shoot on sight!)
[Chorus: Big Sean]
Bbm7
Talking to my momma half the time (yeah)
Ab7
Talking to my daddy half the time
Gbmaj7
Streets crazy, they don't salvage time
Ebm7
Look at the news, that's savage time (woah)
Gbmaj7
Rolex, that's savage time (Ro)
Db7
Pass the licks, I ain't passing time (no)
Ebm7
Cutthroat, we on savage time (huh?)
Db7
Cutthroat, we on savage time
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bbm7 Ab7
Look, I'm taking out anyone in my way (way)
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I'm not playing with you, bitch, this not the WNBA (no)
Gbmaj7 Db7
I'm a real-life star, so you know I need my space (you know)
Ebm7 Dbmaj7
Beat a white supremacist black, till that motherfucker hate his face
Bbm7 Ab7
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for the thrill of it
Gbma7 Dbmaj7
Graveyards on some "Thriller" shit; only zombies 'round here, fiends
Ebm7
They need help and they had dreams, but don't nobody give a shit
Bbm7 Ab7
Yeah, just like them boys in cells who had dreams of NFL (yeah)
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
How they s'posed to pray to God if they keep waking up in hell? (oh God)
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
Been there so long, they got pictures with the fucking devil himself
Ebm7
Everybody need direction, even if it's to find they self
Bbm7 Ab7
Look, I'm the greatest of our time, bitch, I do it till I die (yeah, die)
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
Swear I'm done with all the bullshit like I moved up out the Chi' (like that)
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
All that fuck shit obsolete, boy, I hop up on my feet (my feet)
Ebm7
I'm the only one stopping me
Dbmaj7
I give you one finger away for peace (fuck it)
Bbm7 Ab7
I'ma take that water from Flint, and I'ma go up there to D.C (D.C)
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
I'ma make the president drink, he wouldn't even let it touch his sink (drink)
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
I said, "God, we need a blessing," God said, "Go and see the reverend."
Ebm7 Dbmaj7
People lined outside the churches like it's the white and blue 11's (Straight up)
Bbm7 Ab7 Gbmaj7
Hurricanes hitting with another bomb threat, man, this shit feel like Armageddon (boom, woah, woah)
Ebm7
Swear I'm goin' every second, so I keep good weed, good vibes, good crystals (yeah)
N.C.
Lavender eucalyptus, mixing it with the incense (damn, damn)
Just to relieve my tension
Bbm7 Ab7
Savage time, yeah, it's time to take this shit (take it)
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
I mean, record-breaking shit, all we doing is taking risks (that's all)
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
I ain't got time to take my time, I'm doin' it like my life on the line
Ebm7 Dmaj7
I ain't have no lifeline in my whole lifetime, no hero to hide behind (behind)
Bbm7 Ab7
With a soul like mine, when it go night time, there's no other choice but to shine (but to shine)
Gbmaj7
Look, no gold mines, set goals in my mind when the stars are aligned, I'm divine, straight (straight)
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
So understand we gon' see success, that's inevitable (woah)
Ebm7 Bbm7
You couldn't hold me down even if I was in federal (woah)
Bbm7 Ab7
You couldn't stop these plays even if I was ineligible
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
Kneeling like Colin Kaepernick if that shit unethical (Kap)
Gbmaj7
Yeah, free my mind, no bargain (free)
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Got one girl, she the hardest (I swear)
Ebm7 Dbmaj7
That pussy supercharging, making love between war and
Bbm7 Ab7
Then I hit the stage then get to talking like I'm Marcus Garvey (like I'm Marcus)
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
Like how is dark skin a weapon, but they treat it like a target?
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
Like how if you rich in the mind, then you already worth a fortune
Ebm7 Dbmaj7
Like you deserve every single golden por— [gunshots]
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[Interlude]
Ab7 Gbmaj7
Shots fired, I need 'em right now!
Ebm7 Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7 Ebm7 Dbmaj7 Bbm7
I need 'em, man down right now! Shots fired, I repeat backup request! Front line, front line, front line!
[Bridge: Big Sean]
Ab7 Gbmaj7 Ebm7 Bbm7 Gbmaj7
I am at a point where I just don't have any more to give or feel
Dbmaj7
How the fuck I'm supposed to feel?
Bbm7
Shit's way too real in the field
Bbm7 Gbmaj7
Tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to feel now?
Ebm7 Gbmaj7
Shit real out here in the field
Ebm7
Got me on no chill
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These bitches got me on no chill
[Segue: Travis Scott]
Ab7
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Gbmaj7 Ebm7 Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ebm7 Dbmaj7
Bbm7 Ab7
Gbmaj7 Ebm7
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7 Ebm7
[Beat Switch]
Bbm7 Gbmaj7
[Producer Tag: Future]
Bbm7 Gbmaj7
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bbm7 Gbmaj7
Young nigga heaven sent, raising hell till it's heaven again
Dbmaj7
My niggas used to sell dope, they was Backstreet Boys
Ebm7
Cops land 'em on the pavement, now they black street boys
Bbm7
Pinstripe suits, how I'm mobbing
Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7
Alley-oop opportunities, yeah I lob it to all of my niggas 'cause we got no other option
Ebm7
I pray V12 is the only time I'm boxed in
Ebm7
Fuck a fake hoe, that bitch toxic
Ebm7
Push her off of me like I'm in mosh pits
Ebm7
Every day fresh as fuck, you niggas never fly, you an ostrich
Ebm7
Back room of the restaurant, we the mobsters
Ebm7
Bitch, I'll never touch a mop in my life
Ebm7
I'll never have a nine-to-five in my life
Ebm7
I'm riding through the D with all my jewelries
N.C.
So much love for me, I never get robbed in my life
Bbm7 Fm7
Aretha Franklin, respect it, respect
Bbm7
So in tune, I forgot how to stress
Bbm7
So in tune like the choir that's blessed
Bbm7 Fm7
Boy, no stunt double, I'd die by the set, yeah
Bbm7
Got signed up like a nigga protest
Bbm7 Fm7
If I ain't a pro at it, then a nigga pro effect
Bbm7
Been doing this forever, I ain't getting old yet
Bbm7
Bitch, I'ma fill this up with Möet
Bbm7
And my girl get mo' wet, only thing I cuff is Rolex
Bbm7
My nigga working with them bows, that's Bowflex
I straighten this shit out, no botox
I call the shots, no techs
Fm
Rocking enough chains for four necks, bitch
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Bbm7 Ebm7
Freedom bells, freedom ring (yeah)
Bbm7
Free the eyes, let 'em see
Gbmaj7 Bbm7
Free them birds, free them birds (yeah, straight up)
Ab7 Gbmaj7 Dbmaj7 Ebm7
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Fm Ab7 Dbmaj7 Ab7 Ebm7
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