Intro
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D D A A
A A E7 E7
A A E7 E7
[Verse 1]
E7 E7
Look, listen
A E7
I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
D E7
Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
A E7
Not so shabby for an Alabama b*tch
E7
For gettin' rich
A
I got respect from heavy hitters
E7
And Diddy without a disc
D
And now, I came to deliver
D
I'm off of Twitter
A E7
And in your speakers we gon' see who really f*ckin' with her
A
Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop
E7
Collectively when these songs drop
A E7
Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture
D A
And I know, I ain't got no hourglass figure
D A
But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger
D A
They worried 'bout me and not who out with they n*gga
D A
They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter
A E7
And now they start projecting all their clouds on me
A E7
I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me
D
Y'all do what you do, yeah
A D
'Cause I guess I write these songs about you
D A
('Cause I guess I write these songs about you)
A
Do-do-do, do
[Chorus]
D A
And I'm havin' the time of my life
E7
You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
D A
And I anticipated this flight
E7
And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
D D
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
A
And now they takin' me there
E7 A E7
Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
A
Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 2]
E7
Look, listen
D A
I ain't no - average n*gga, that pick of a litter
D A
I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger
D
Sat back and watch me findin' ways
A D
I can come and obliterate the whole game
A
These b*tches think that I'm plain
A
These b*tches think that I'm plain
A D
They doin' shit I ain't fun dah, it's like my name isn't Jane
A D
I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain
A
But I'm much better than the next man
D
I'm married to the game
A
And I swear God has been the best, man
[Bridge]
A
I sound too fuckin' pressed, man
E7 A E7
Let's backtrack the accolades, I have that
A E7
The pressure fuckin' stacked that
A E7
At the weight of a gravel backpack
A E7
This shit I wrote a month ago
A E7
Outdated just like snapbacks
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And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback
A D A D
And gonna tag rap and hit 'em so hard
A D
They wonder what happened
D
No cappin', hoes lackin'
D D
I said it, what's crackin'?
[Verse 3]
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I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president
A E7 A E7
Now, how you sick as me becoming function as the medicine?
A E7 A E7
Say lightbulb, no Edison. I fought hard, they let us in
A E7 A E7
Competitive, I knock these b*tches lights out like a sedative
A E7 A E7
Your fave got hella hits, becomin sixth for writers credited
A D A D
My lyrics come embedded, I breathe and these n*ggas sweatin'
A E7 A E7
Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG)
A E7 A E7
My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me
A E7 A E7
You pay to get in and see us, we play and get in for free
A E7
In wich I prayed on each of my visions
A E7
Now everybody gon' see.
[Chorus]
D A
And I'm havin' the time of my life
E7
You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
D A
And I anticipated this flight
E7
And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
D D
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
A
And now they takin' me there
E7 A E7
Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
A
Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 3]
A D
Say my intensity impractical
A D
My pen is tactical
A D
Yeah, I'm the actual
A E7 A
I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational"
E7 A
Professional truth-teller
E7 A E7 A
When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up
D A D A
Top blown, not sloppy what I own, no copies exist
D A
They put that ice on their wrists
D A
I put that fire in these hits
D A
I put my trust in my God
D A
I'm not gon' fight with no b*tch
D A
I'm not gon' argue no more
D A
Already know what it is
A
I'm the better option, a problem to coexist
D A
I been quietly gettin' tired of this shit
D A
When I quit growin', I'll get tired of this shit
D A
When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks
D A
When they stop ridin' on d*cks
D
That's when I'll rise in that conversation like
D
I'm in your lady friends thighs
D A D
Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it
D D
This industry shit, I kept low and learned it
D
I claimed it then I affirmed
A E7
My losses was always worth it
A E7
My genius they never heard it
A E7
My billboard a conversation
A E7
My come up was picture perfect
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