调：Eb major
Verse 1
and then this shit done got so lame
ghost writin' for people,
thought I would progress
crack with Zoey, he ain't show that night
Drew introduced me to trouble like this,
But underneath it all,
I think I intimidate them all
I reached out for that real feature,
Pause, rest in peace
Toro, you was my first feature
He say you from out of Opa Locka,
gotta teach ya
Trick, we need ya
This crab in a bucket
Bb
D
Yeah, turn me up, I got a riddle for y 'all
I got a song on the chart,
and a song with some real ones
let them have it to build em
or hide it in the vault
like
Know how crazy I be feeling
when I look in my mentions
Seeing rappers in my story
who ain't answer my DM's
Bb
A
Bb
All these rappers think you wanna feed em
or wanna be em
Shit'll make your head hurt,
you can say he a snitch
But he the only artist down here
dropped the verse
underrated just like me
And I ain't dissing,
this is just the hating shit I see
everybody should know
that n***a Dave too scary
Started hating on the n***a
when I linked up with Eric
bout that scam life
It look nice until you realize
the CEO ain't bright
Bb
A
Wine me a year, that left me scarred, yeah
but how you do that to your bro?
You had him in the condo
and let him sleep behind the store
that a nigga did on the road
Ridin' round in a 50 ,000 Sprinter,
you ain't even ask for
But it came out your budget somehow
and you ain't even much know
when Copbo couldn't promote
didn't know me
when he was traded by Hornets
They ain't see my potential,
but now they see that I'm on it
he say, can't wait till you jump
Screech been missin' that real,
it's time to get what they want
seen this from the beginning
It's R .I .P. King Carter,
we lived in that same building
I'm just speakin' my mind
I see these rappers
talkin' bout that unity all the time
and these blogs the same
How come every list they post
shit be all the same?
they be pullin' you down
It's like to get on,
but they still stuck on that sound
The Miami UGK, yeah, the king underground
ago I was ready
Wanted to sign the po' boy
put the city on top
We gotta fuck with out -of -towners
just to get in that spot
when you in that light
and dick bang each other
Get a buzz and them niggas
even call you they brother
Gucci and Thugger
Tried to sign the We The Best
but Cali signed Rich Kid
Now it's Nino Brown
after YD ran him out of town
he only want the clowns
Got a street degree and masters in music,
no cabbie gal
I'm going full throttle
Promoters book a local artist
and offer a bottle
opening for out -of -towners
How Miami on the map
LaPompe made it but that jet looked up
He linked with the right people
cause that shit just sucked
In the studio, it's freezy,
what your catalog like?
Puttin' out the best work,
cause the rest ain't nice
I just won't feel right
3D, 9 tray, yeah, that boy real right
these niggas
and don't look at the brakes
Lotta niggas flop,
I don't even look in they face
I swear this...
Am
Bb
D
I swear this shit so fake
Ain't a lot of real niggas
left down here
I swear to God
When we linked it wasn't
Shout out that nigga C -Rise
I don't know what you're
The city was in love with you
Asus4
Am
C
Come back
D
Yeah
Shout out my sister V stuff
He told me a little minute ago how
She was going through a
I ain't even much speak on it with her
like that in the detail,
I've been feeling that
niggas down here. I
I don't know how that
But it remind me of me
everytime I hear him,
A
Am
Bb
D
bless that mic
Shoutout Chuck Trees
D
Bb
D
If I don't
you know what it is
It's a letter to Miami
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