Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
Cm Bb
Dm Bb
[Verse]
Cm
Second cycle, the kid is movin' like Billy Idol
Bb Dm
With some past due W's that I'm still entitled
Bb
City love me I treat it like it's a bridal
Gm
Tux black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Cm
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
Bb Gm
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without a spread from Complex
and them covers that come in from FADER
Bb
I'm at tables with mans you love it
Cm
Fuck it, I made it from buckets
Slept in the rugged seats of a Civic
Bb
To walking through the city and niggas screaming I did it
Gm
I spit this shit from way back for 'em
Bb
This for niggas that told me
"I'll come back" but never came back for 'em
Cm
Loyal to them so I wait back for 'em like they my niggas
Gm
Knowin' they isn't, these niggas so insufficient
When we was both dealing, I used to throw in the pigeon
Bb
I guess, that mean nothing when niggas start coexisting
Cm
I done lost some good girls and niggas that I would cope with
Bb
Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
Gm Bb
As far as rap I'm not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with the silly shit no for no with
Cm
Money on the line, its money all on my mind
Bb
Calculating this vision, I sum it up for the grind
Bb
I promise when I got it I'd fuck it up for the times
Bb Cm
Put 20k on the tab and buss it up every time, you get me?
Gm
In a Bentley smokin' on a fat 20, jealous niggas don't offend me, Dior dripped in the Fendi
Gm
I do it for the family OGs that never sent me on mission when
I was down to put clip in and leave it empty and work
Cm
I ain't trippin' 'bout who got at me and dissed
Bb
I'm blessed, when I think about who shot at me and missed
Bb
I came from real situations
Niggas got clapped for little insinuations, time and impatience
Cm
Been grindin', finding my way in so much bros like the Wayans
Bb
Sometime it weigh me down whenever they try weigh in
Bb
In the day out, in the day in, shooters on say when
Bb Gm
Niggas got clapped before the day end
Cm Bb
The city I come from, taught me that there's nothing to run from
It taught me get my money in lump sums
Bb
So 'til that day, still at war, I'm still at pay
Never change boy, we still that way
It's young Fargo
[Outro]
Cm Dm
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