调：C minor
Verse 1
feel like
And you can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring it home, dawg,
that's cause my cash over
with my head low
with my head low
I bring it home, dawg,
Come on Greg, come on Greg,
pyro like in 2012
Making them think and say,
Bugsy's hot for being brown
Look at this mind, time to shine,
bright enough to leave you blind
You're too phony for my praises,
that's too fake to be in mine
Bb
Cm
Now I'm not saying that you're sorry,
Ab
Cm
Ab
I'm just too fucking tight
got you burning up inside
look at him pacing hating going crazy
maybe someone should have
told him
that there's no one that can faze me
and for me it's been a pleasure
can't nobody do it better
keeping it gangster smart and clever
ain't no way i'm losing ever
but you're leaving in a state
just watch the brief right after
never
cause we're enemies
Cm
Ab
Bb
forever
My head low,
My head low, I bring a hold on it,
it's cause my cash over
my head low
And not to your surprise,
I'm putting it down with caps
and crowns
I'm tearing it up in many rhymes,
Bb
Cm
Bb
Speeding it up and keeping it tight,
taking my time and doing it right
Picking your spot and making it mine,
cause he's hotter than the sun
Lighting it up and making it fun,
setting it off with every stuck
Ab
Cm
Ab
I'm ready to pop, having a lot,
Spottin' his head right and left,
like a virus when it's spread
Hitting him random like a tick
and setting a standard for the rest
You wanna be the best,
remember the name
I'm making it rain,
I'm giving a game,
I murder the bass and no one is the same
slowing it down and keeping it clean
And turning it up and giving it speed,
set the mode and set it free
Bugsy's vibing to HPG,
You can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring out more dolly,
that's cuz my cash over
with my head low
with my head low
I bring out more dolly,
that's cuz my cash over
with my head low
I'm gonna be givin' it to you
Coach, just leave it alone
And pack it up, go
Because nobody likes your flow
That's why you're broke,
And all your fans are getting bored
Covered up faults and showin' it,
provin' you're a joke
talkin' and boppin' and knockin' and scrubbin'
and fuckin' and rubbin'
And shooting at bats when I cap it
and wrap it and stab it
Leave it a mess,
yeah, what just happened?
and he wrapped you up in plastic
with my head low
I bring a home runnin'
and that's cause my cash over
Who wanna play?
with my head low
with my head low
I bring a home runnin'
and that's cause my cash over
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