Intro
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G G D D
D D A7 A7
D D A7 A7
[Verse 1]
A7 A7
Look, listen
D A7
I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
G A7
Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
D A7
Not so shabby for an Alabama b*tch
A7
For gettin' rich
D
I got respect from heavy hitters
A7
And Diddy without a disc
G
And now, I came to deliver
G
I'm off of Twitter
D A7
And in your speakers we gon' see who really f*ckin' with her
D
Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop
A7
Collectively when these songs drop
D A7
Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture
G D
And I know, I ain't got no hourglass figure
G D
But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger
G D
They worried 'bout me and not who out with they n*gga
G D
They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter
D A7
And now they start projecting all their clouds on me
D A7
I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me
G
Y'all do what you do, yeah
D G
'Cause I guess I write these songs about you
G D
('Cause I guess I write these songs about you)
D
Do-do-do, do
[Chorus]
G D
And I'm havin' the time of my life
A7
You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
G D
And I anticipated this flight
A7
And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
G G
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
D
And now they takin' me there
A7 D A7
Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
D
Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 2]
A7
Look, listen
G D
I ain't no - average n*gga, that pick of a litter
G D
I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger
G
Sat back and watch me findin' ways
D G
I can come and obliterate the whole game
D
These b*tches think that I'm plain
D
These b*tches think that I'm plain
D G
They doin' shit I ain't fun dah, it's like my name isn't Jane
D G
I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain
D
But I'm much better than the next man
G
I'm married to the game
D
And I swear God has been the best, man
[Bridge]
D
I sound too fuckin' pressed, man
A7 D A7
Let's backtrack the accolades, I have that
D A7
The pressure fuckin' stacked that
D A7
At the weight of a gravel backpack
D A7
This shit I wrote a month ago
D A7
Outdated just like snapbacks
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And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback
D G D G
And gonna tag rap and hit 'em so hard
D G
They wonder what happened
G
No cappin', hoes lackin'
G G
I said it, what's crackin'?
[Verse 3]
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I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president
D A7 D A7
Now, how you sick as me becoming function as the medicine?
D A7 D A7
Say lightbulb, no Edison. I fought hard, they let us in
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Competitive, I knock these b*tches lights out like a sedative
D A7 D A7
Your fave got hella hits, becomin sixth for writers credited
D G D G
My lyrics come embedded, I breathe and these n*ggas sweatin'
D A7 D A7
Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG)
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My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me
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You pay to get in and see us, we play and get in for free
D A7
In wich I prayed on each of my visions
D A7
Now everybody gon' see.
[Chorus]
G D
And I'm havin' the time of my life
A7
You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
G D
And I anticipated this flight
A7
And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
G G
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
D
And now they takin' me there
A7 D A7
Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
D
Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 3]
D G
Say my intensity impractical
D G
My pen is tactical
D G
Yeah, I'm the actual
D A7 D
I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational"
A7 D
Professional truth-teller
A7 D A7 D
When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up
G D G D
Top blown, not sloppy what I own, no copies exist
G D
They put that ice on their wrists
G D
I put that fire in these hits
G D
I put my trust in my God
G D
I'm not gon' fight with no b*tch
G D
I'm not gon' argue no more
G D
Already know what it is
D
I'm the better option, a problem to coexist
G D
I been quietly gettin' tired of this shit
G D
When I quit growin', I'll get tired of this shit
G D
When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks
G D
When they stop ridin' on d*cks
G
That's when I'll rise in that conversation like
G
I'm in your lady friends thighs
G D G
Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it
G G
This industry shit, I kept low and learned it
G
I claimed it then I affirmed
D A7
My losses was always worth it
D A7
My genius they never heard it
D A7
My billboard a conversation
D A7
My come up was picture perfect
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