C#  D
  I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube
C#     D
  Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace to it
D        G
 Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz
      D            G
Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (Woo!)

Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (Yeah)
G        A                                    D
It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
G                                     C#
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
D                                               C#             D
Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'
                                       C#         D
I'm about to use the John (What?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon; woo!)
                               C#          D
Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Yeah)
                                         D
Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (Yeah)
G                                   D        G
'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates (Hey!)
                                     G
Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and I don't give a– (What?)


[Chorus]
    A                                     D
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
G                               C#
I just wanna feel like a king today
    D                                    C#
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin
D
Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again


[Verse 2]
D        G
Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye (Yeah)
D        G
Top five since I discovered peroxide (What?)
D             G
Yeah, since I got signed (Woo!), I went from pot pies
   D            G
To Jack and the Bean– (Huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (Woo!)
C#             D                                            C#
These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (What?)
        D                                                  C#
Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning
D                                                          C#
Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up
     D
It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (Woo!), soon as he lit the weed up (Huh?)
   G                                                D
As I go pickin' speed up (Where?), like I was finna re-up (Yeah)
G                                        D
Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is how I treat it (Get it?)
      G                                              D
Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (Yeah)
      G                                     C#
But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see ya!
D                                            C#
Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel
D                                                   C#
Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles
    D                                                     C#
Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (Why?), I got so many hit singles (Yeah)
         D                                                     G
Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil


[Chorus]
    A                                     D
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
G                               C#
I just wanna feel like a king today
    D                                    C#
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin
D
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again


[Post-Chorus]
D        G                                    D
It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
G                                     G
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
A                                       D
Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuck
G
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again


[Verse 3]
C#  D
  I stole black music, yeah true
   C#        D
Perhaps used it (For what?) as a tool to combat school
     C#                D
Kids came back on some bathroom shit
             C#        D
Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)
                                D              G
'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha)
                                  D
And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)
               G
And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah)

To know I up and quit the (What?)
D            G
Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah)

And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)
D             G
Still rappin' circles around you (Yeah)
                        C#
Like a boa constrictor (Break it down)
D                                            C#
Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels
        D
Between Elvis and me, myself
                           C#
It seem obvious: one, he's pale as me
D
Second, we both been hailed as kings
                    C#               D
He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter
                      D
We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (Woo!) (Let's go!)
    G                                         D        G
But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies
                                          D
That went over your head because you just fell on knees
G                                                 D
You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (Yeah)
G
I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)
                 C#               D
Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (Yeah)
                             C#
Motivate me to make you look stupid
  D
Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you
      C#            D
All I need to do is hear you say the same shit
                  C#            D
My father said to me when I was just a week or two
                D             G
"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid)
                            D         G
No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself
                            D       G
Once again is stout (Yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (Huh?)
         D        G
Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)
                            C#
My ear canals, so either my hearing's out


[Chorus]
   D                                     C#
Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say
D                               C#
I just wanna feel like a king today
    D                                    C#
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin
D                                            D    G
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again


[Outro]
D G D G
G A D G