调：G# minor•
Verse 1
E
D#m
G#m
E
to the college kids no scholarships
Starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases
filling up your dresser
that it's God bless ya
to get off my chest
I spill out my soul,
It's the feeling in the air you bout
He said Cole, "A lil' birdy told me on the low
Nobody touching Nas nigga
it's more like Villematic
These Fayettenam tales be paying off well
theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship,
I guess it's in God's hands
G#m
D#m
I make the type of pieces that make
I'm the truth only time will teach ya
And fuck the haters probably never
Old bitter- ass sit around
out them student loans
Trying to do this shit better than
Name a fucking song I ain't threw up on
B
D#m
its like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like
I married a white woman
next minute I'm the savior
You hate it before you played it,
I already forgave ya
spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown
straight from the Ville
I've never seen before
And R&B bitches want me, that
was just dreams before
I'm facing
The thought of losing a good
woman keep me from chasing
at time's the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man
with a mind of it's own
remind myself she ain't about shit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga,
then go run they mouth quick
over to house sit
You want change,
G#m
E
this that between the seats in your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it
All that flame on my name
would get exhausted
Verse 2
yeah
D#m
I know you feel that,
Don't conceal that
This exactly what you thought
Somebody bought the real
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