调：F minor
Verse 1
Fm
Fm
Tech,
Zilla I'm 17 and my motto is fuck a bitch
Spendin' your little quarters,
playin' yourself
All you get is a high score, nothin' to show
for
Lighters on your face for a year, then it's
over for
Nigga never gave a fuck from the get -go
Db
Fm
Play a little game, reality is much better
With more cheddar to shred
on these hoes
L just to keep them smokin' some niggas
When the money talks,
the bullshit cease
Niggas is kinda quiet these days,
it's kinda peace
But in the
US, it's all about the status these days
Upper class or no class
Cold cash or the gun blast on that ass
What you say, y the winners here?
Eb
Fm
Db
Once you in the clear, prove it
on you like music
Engineers wasn't born with
a form of silverware
Near the dental care,
this the village where
They deal between two buildings here
I ain't playin',
Satan
Verbally I'm a monster,
crushing skull bone structure
Once the comb touch,
the chrome foam plugged in
You gone in an instant,
the same way as my actions
my brain gets contractions
Is the ass with thoughts sharp
enough to rip your flesh?
Get your armor, what?
We can draw after ten spaces
What you thinkin' bout em?
Raise your doubt, eclipse the sun
Description untangible,
Yeah, we rockin' mics,
Db
Fm
It's beautiful, ain't nothin' but hits,
music is bangin'
It's
SV, we're showin' it,
we doin' it, dawg
We livin' it up, we givin' it all to you
It's
SV, spit like we blow till we blow
Stay on your toes,
you playin' like you never did, no
SV, definitely destiny that we grow
To be the ultimate
Speak what I speak, say what I say
nine niggas dippin' it's coat
I'm reachin' for smoke,
thinkin' that it's better to know
It's better than me focus,
nine niggas makin' it dough
It's like everything we doin'
Tappin' our lines, we riskin' our lives
Same niggas holdin' them knives
All in your mix,
waitin' for the second you slip
The minute you don't,
The ones that hate you the most
Worst of all, they plottin'
on the day that you fall
We in the crawl, in your spot,
dawg, fuckin' you raw
Nah, not really, you don't want it for real
Three niggas in your car, planning your kill
Caps or pill, niggas don't
care if you swell
Niggas is real,
dare penetrate you and steal
Plottin' the mood, we prude,
Fm
Db
Fm
We jog in cold air,
then breathe out the smoke
Bench pressin', workin' ab muscles
The jab knuckles in the back,
hard enough to lift the back
Doin' crunches,
diamond push -ups by the stomach
your records and all
Hear you talkin' in the back
like a cellular call
Fracture your toes,
the champion rolls both arms
Africa's home
After the shackle of bones,
I cancel your flows
Everything you talk is dead,
the walls of the earth
I know you took a pause when you heard his
S .V.
If they came towards ya,
over a sick track
I drop the dosage, it's mega tight
This here shit be played
around claustrophobics
You feel like the wall's closin'
Eb
Yeah
Aslam
O
Aslam
O
Aslam
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Aslam
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Aslam
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