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Gm7Show me that I'm donDm7e
I'm finished here, but still no feGm7ar, yeah
Ain't no more reminDm7iscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuGm7ition
Tell me why I'm liDm7vin'
Why am I remaining heGm7re?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
Gm7Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
Dm7I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
Gm7I done got big, they record my life through a drone
Dm7I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
Gm7She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Dm7Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
Gm7You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Dm7Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
Gm7Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
Dm7You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it
Gm7It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
Dm7I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
Gm7If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew
Dm7If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
I told my dauGm7ghter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
I told my son if hDm7e wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cGm7heerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named JoDm7e, but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that GhGm7ost, I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into noDm7thin', but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trGm7ap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exDm7otic
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can Dm7call me ShottiGm7
I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, Gm7woah, woah
Gm7Show me that I'm donDm7e
I'm finished here, but still no feGm7ar, yeah
Ain't no more reminDm7iscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuGm7ition
Tell me why I'm liDm7vin'
Why am I remaining heGm7re?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
YeGm7ah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
TVDm7 in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
SpiGm7rit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
IDm7 told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree
HaGm7lf a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple milDm7lions to my mama and my pa
Got the sGm7niper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
I just bouDm7ght a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
MGm7atte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
We gon' maDm7ke us a porn star video, new cam
I came uGm7p just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just caDm7use cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby, wGm7e stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the TDm7-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sGm7heets wet
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from Dm7D-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
IGm7t was dark, then I came to the light
IDm7 was poor, now my doors suicide
IGm7 don't know how to make it right, right
BDm7ought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
IGm7 don't care about you leavin' me
I gDm7ot no time to try to make it right
IGm7 just hope you find another life
WonDm7't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)
Gm7Show me that I'm donDm7e
I'm finished here, but still no feGm7ar, yeah
Ain't no more reminDm7iscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuGm7ition
Tell me why I'm liDm7vin'
Why am I remaining heGm7re?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
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