[Intro]
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[Chorus 1]
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Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
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I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
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All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it
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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)
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Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
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I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
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Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
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Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Fm
Fuck you too, woo!
 
[Chorus 2]
Bbm
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
F#                                Fm
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
F#                             Fm
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
 
[Verse 1]
Bbm
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Bbm
Turn my back on you, all of you finished
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Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
       Fm
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
 Bbm
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
Bbm
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
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Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
                    Fm
You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
                   Bbm
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Bbm
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
           F#
I do not fuck with you guys
                           Fm
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
            Bbm
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Bbm
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
             F#
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
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My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy)
Bbm
I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
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They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
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I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)
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Bitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah)
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You play your cards, I reverse on you all
 
And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)
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Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)
           Bbm
They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
Bbm
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
            F#
Shit get relevant 'til the beef die down
          Fm
In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
            Bbm
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Bbm
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
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Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
              Fm
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
       Bbm
I said ain't no love for the other side
Bbm
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
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When I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)
             Bbm
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
 
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)
        F#
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
         Fm
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)
 
[Chorus 1]
               Bbm
I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
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This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
                     F#
I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
                      Fm
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
 
Fuck's the difference?
         F
I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
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Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
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I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
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I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
F
Fuck you think? (Woo!)
 
[Verse 2]
Bbm
I got a couple of mansions
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Still I don't have any manners
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You got a couple of ghost writers
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But to these kids it don't actually matter
           Bbm
They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
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I said, "I don't have any answers."
                  Bbm
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
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It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
              Bbm
And actually comin' from humble beginnings
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I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
                 Bbm
I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"
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"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"
                   Bbm
But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability
 
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
    F#
The inability to pen humility
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Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
Bbm
Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?
  F#
Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
          Bbm
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
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Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
                         Bbm
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
                                      F#
Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
F#
ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
                 Bbm
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
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'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
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All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
              F#
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
F#
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
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That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
F
But I think it's inevitable
F
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
F
To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)
F
And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
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But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)
Bbm
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
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Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
Bbm
I'm asleep at the wheel again
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As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Bbm
Of another beat I'ma kill again
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'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
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Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
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It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
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And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
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Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
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You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
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I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
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Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
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Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
Bbm
I got spite inside my DNA
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But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,
Bbm
I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
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It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
F
Like California wishin' rain to pour
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In that drought, y'all been prayin' for
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My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
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Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
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That they say as a writer might've fell off
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I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
 
[Chorus 3]
Bbm
So y'all gotta move (Yeah),
Bbm
y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move
F#                                F
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
F#                             F
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice