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Intro
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Cm
Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit
G7
Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
G7
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit ■
Verse
Ab C7 G C7 Cm Ab Cm
Toss ■ ■ ■ ■ this ■ ■ in the deck so niggas can catch rep
Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit
Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
Cm
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit
Ab C7
Toss this in the deck so niggas ■ can catch rep
C7
What's good good And what's good evil ■
C7
And what's good gangstas And what's good people
C7
And why's God phone die every time that I call on Him
C7
If his son had a Twitter if one day I would follow Him
C7
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon ■
C7
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum ■
G7 A7
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him ■
C7
Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of 'em ■
C7
I slurped too many painkills down I'm off a lot ■
Ab
I got a lot off days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
Ab
Ya Kna Wha Mean I got the Chicago Blues
G7
We invented rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back cause the cops shot you
G7
Buck buck bang bang yelling Fuck Fox News
Booyaka buckle up mothafuck opps too
G7
Ain't no knuckling up 'em young cause it just not cool
G7
Nice to see you Father New Year
G7
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
G7
And hitting stains on birthday candles
G7
I know somebody somebody loves my ass
G7
Cause they help me beat my demons ass
Chorus
C7 Ab
Everybody's somebody's everything ■
C7
I know you right
G7 G7 C7
Nobody's ■ nothing ■
That's right
G7 Ab
Everybody's somebody's ■ everything
G7
I know you right
C7 Ab
Nobody's nothing ■ ■
Cm Ab
That's right
Cm Ab
Everybody's somebody's ■ everything
Fm
That's right
Cm Ab
Nobody's ■ nothing
F7
Right Know you're right
Verse
C7 Cm Ab
■ I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
C7
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was black
C7
But they saw it fit that I talk right
With my drawers hid but
C7
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
C7
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
C7
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two missing toes
But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
C7
Nice to see you Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
Cm Eb
I know somebody somebody loves my ass
Chorus
Cause they help me beat my demons ass
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
Eb
The type to love from a distance not the type that told her
Cm7
Spent three days on the rap trash it and type it over
Eb
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
Hold ya head like twoPac had taught
Obviously they are on a come up
Eb
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Cm7
Doper than Lucky
Eb
You're a tugging
Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
But y'all still love me ugh
Ab
How father time a deadbeat
Maybe I'm adopted
Cm7 Eb
That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless uuugh
Everybody's somebody's everything
Nigga Nobody's nothing
Ab
Nigga Everybody's somebody's everything
Nigga Nobody's nothing at all
Fsus4
Wutang Everybody's somebody's everything
That's right
Bb
Nobody's nothing
I know you're right
Outro
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