No Capo G Yeah D All you self promoters are janky Em We established like the Yankees C This whole fucking game thankless G We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'
D No limit to where I can take it Em And you know me as a Cris bottle sender C Check pick upper G I thought we looked out for one another D Saw us all as brothers in the struggle Em Too blessed to be humble C I guess it's different in the city I come from G All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me D They whole demeanor just spells envy Em They tryna tempt me C The higher I get, the less they accept me G Even had the OG's tryna press me D Ha-ha-ha-ha Em No way out cause I'm already in it C I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket G Good business can clean millions, I got the vision D I been had it since No Scrubs and No Pigeons Em Even back when I wasn't as poppin' C When they told me take an R&B nigga on the G road and I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky
D I tried to make the right choices with the world watching Em "Mike never tried to rap like Pac C Pac never tried to sing like Mike" G Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life D And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice Em Look at me now, they look at me like the golden child C Can't nobody hold me down, especially not right now G Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile D Take that, take that no love in they heart so they fake that Em DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that C Y'all hear no songs then hit my phone like you did that G And you even hit my line like where you been at D It's always on some shit like when can I get a favor Em Or where my bitch at, like I'm about to tell you where she been at C Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped G She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry D Green, White and Red on my body cause I'm dipped in Ferrari Em All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY C She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys G My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari D Look now you got me started Em I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley C I got a lot to lose cause in every situation G I'm the bigger artist, always gotta play it smarter D Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup
Em Cameras pointing every time I look up C That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb shoulder just to hit the Kush up G Sponsorship dollars is sky high D He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la la?" Em Chubbs, why try, I'm a thug, I'mma die high C Got the Rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday G Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance D Yeah, redoin' the entrance Em Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit C And you still never quite get it G Meantime Drizzy over there, tryna make you D Make you dance to this, yeah I make you dance to this Em I rode big body, widebody, Calabasas road winder C Sunshinin', waxed tires G See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave D The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face Em Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake C For that one night you niggas try to reach inside my safe G Don't push me cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays D These guys move so greasy nowadays Em I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it C Save my stories for down the line, I'm too ahead of the curve every time G Just total the hits and see what you find D You SWV cause you weak and I'm always always on your mind Em Yeah C And we can't stop G Make you dance to this D I'mma make you One Dance to this Em A-ha-ha-ha-ha C Bod breed bod bwoi