Intro
C#m F#m
I'm in shock
F#m
The nerve, the audacity
C#m
Okay
[Verse]
C#m C#m
So if you rebuke me for workin' with someone else on a couple of Vs
F#m
What do you really think of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
F#m
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
F#m
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
F#m
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
C#m
Now you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
C#m
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen to the sheets
C#m
Tired of sittin' quiet and helpin' my enemies eat
Keep gettin' temperature checks
C#m
They know that my head overheats
F#m
Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve
F#m
Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam
F#m
Y'all are the spittin' image of whatever jealousy breeds
F#m
Don’t push me when I'm in album mode
C#m
You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
C#m
You send shots, well I got to challenge those
C#m
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle
C#m
And hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous
F#m
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
F#m
You niggas leeches and serpents
F#m
I think it's good that now the teachers are learnin', yeah
F#m
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
C#m
So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
C#m
Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do
C#m
There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude
C#m
Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes
F#m
But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s
F#m
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
F#m
I think that pretty much resembles what's been happenin' lately
F#m
Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah
C#m
And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger workin' double time
C#m C#m
Y'all actin' like he made the boy when I was tryna help the guy
C#m
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
F#m
Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs
F#m
Whoever supposedly makin' me hits
F#m
But then got no hits sound like they need me
F#m
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it
F#m C#m
My spirit did it, I'm fearless with it, yeah
C#m
I really shouldn't have given you none of my time
C#m
'Cause you older than the nigga you runnin' behind
C#m
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playin' with my name
F#m
And I'ma let it ring on you like Virginia Williams
F#m
I'm too resilient, get out your feelings
F#m
It's gonna be a cruel summer for you
C#m
I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you."
C#m
Tell 'Ye we got a invoice comin' to you
C#m
Considerin' that we just sold another 20 for you
[Outro]
C#m
To be honest
F#m
Duppy