Intro Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]One place to make the product.
One place to collect our money.
We will own this fucking [Dm]city.
This is it, get a grip, when [D]he spit,
[Dm]every first crack, you'll get shitted on,
like Biggie Skip
Thoughts of being better than me,
get rid of it
I'm the man, you don't understand,
you illiterate
I'm hot as a semi -shot, ah,
when the [D]semi [Dm]-grip,
make him strip naked
like he bout to go skinny dip
Shit, beef what you think about,
till I press iron on your shirt,
like [D]I'm tryna [Dm]knock a wrinkle out
Rip the steel and shit, get for real,
chop til the clip drop
and shot split your grill
I'm dumb nice,
fuck who you get to spill,
cause them niggas you think hot,
See sissy, chill,
I remember night school,
couldn't make it to the class
I was paper chasin', cakin' on the ass,
makin' me some cash
My fiends like ballplayers,
cuz they either shoot,
or they take it to the class 44
Mack, breakin' even half,
he a bitch with a dick,
probably take it in the ass
Oh you grind and you work with that work,
right?
Till them shotgun pellets
jump in your shirt, like blah
You'll get murked,
cuz I bust and I squirt pipes, ah
You'll get popped like
the clutch on a dirt bike
I work right with a half a block
I could lock a block in a half
and half your block
Shit, no joke, I smoke grass a lot
That's why my bars out
this world like astronauts
I never had a pop, no father figure
So when it's drama,
my finger recline the trigger
Split rounds to ground,
I put you fellas on it
Cause the chopper I chop
don't got propellers on it
I'm a young threat, yup
And I'm still buttfuckin' the rap game
And I ain't come yet, like I ain't done yet
So let me see something,
like, um, yes, I'm just pre -comin'
Hold on, you see me, you see a G comin'
We see you, we see a flea [D]comin'
[Dm]Fuck outta here, your wife is smut,
what's the frontin' about?
I just get sucked, get fucked,
nut in her mouth
Oh, I can get fucked, get sucked,
nut in her mouth
You be smoochin' on her lips,
she be smoochin' on my dick
Keep your lips closed,
I'm quick to grip pistols
Spit those, oh, you a fighter?
Let's see you get those
I don't miss those slit folds,
leave them with hit clothes
With one nine and one tray eight,
[D]lik[Dm]e my sick code
N***a, n***a
Yeah man, Cicero man, the virus
[Dm]Call me Cicero, virus