Something To Rap About

Amaj7
     Abm7    B7
Bitch nigga
Amaj7
Nigga bitch
Abm7        B        Amaj7
Oogie-boogie nigga
  Abm7    B7
Sniff it up
Amaj7                          
Fuck nigga came to my section on 
Sunday, didn't even bring shit or 
bottles, just ate, drank and dipped,
  G7
 fuck nigga
E7
Yeah, ayo

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Amaj7
Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet 
bitches actin' out
Abm7                     B7
God made me sell crack so I'd have 
somethin' to rap about
Amaj7
Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, 
ho, what you mad about?
Abm7                     B
I fucked you twice in Vegas, that 
pussy wasn't shit to brag about
Amaj7
And I can't draw for shit, but I 
knocked a bitch that I paid to sit
Abm7                     B7
Magnums and some sweet aromatics, 
yeah, bitch I came equipped
Amaj7
I don't do no sucker shit with no 
ho, mistletoe and Christmas 
exchanging gifts
Em                                
She don't like it, bitch can punch
     Bm
 out, niggas be changin' shifts
Amaj7
Yeah, you niggas bringin' out the 
old me (Yeah)
Abm7                   B7
I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old
 me
Amaj7
When I touched that crack, I let 
them crackers take control of me
Abm7                        B
Serve the beast, Caprice ain't got 
no heat, man, it was cold G
Amaj7
Record labels downed me forty 
thousand on my first advance
Abm7                    B
Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me 
on payment plans
Amaj7
Crime fuckin' pays, but once you 
paid, you gotta pay the man
Abm7                     B7
Straight survival, right hand on the
 Bible, I won't take the stand
Amaj7
Yeah, VL niggas trap it out
Abm7                      B7
Lord let me hit this ho so I have 
something to rap about
Amaj7
Been through shit with hoes that I 
look back and I can laugh about
Abm7                           B7
This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in
 that cage, this shit was draggin' 
out
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Amaj7
Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', 
ain't no package out
Abm7                            
He robbed the plug, kicked in the 
   B7
door and cleaned the mattress out
 Amaj7
Right back in the trap, these niggas
 bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
 Emaj7                           
I'm tryna live to ninety-three and 
Bm7
see the old me (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Amaj7  Abm7  B7 Amaj7 Abm7 B7
Amaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7 Am7

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ab7
Ayo
Bbmaj7
Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent 
me this shit
 Am7                     C7
This sound like the boat I haven't 
bought yet
                   Bbmaj7
This sound like the moment I jump 
off it
                               Am7
Sun shinin', cold water fillin' in 
my pockets
           C                   
This lake water better than the 
   Bbmaj7
faucet I grew up with
          Am7
We hold our breath like grudges 'til
 we nauseous
                       C7
We hop out, let the sun dry us like 
raisins
    Bbmaj7
We get dressed in some Gucci or 
Lacoste, shit, it's amazing
Am                                
We look like Polo ads but skin is 
  Ab        F
darkened
Bbmaj7
I gotta move cautious 'cause niggas 
malicious, they come from the 
trenches
 Am7                             
I used to be a Goblin under them 
C7
bridges, now I'm a businessman
 Bbmaj7
I started gettin' moola as youngin',
 now I got bigger hands
Am7                           Bb
To hold 'em, if I got too much on 
me, I know my niggas can
Bbmaj7
I keep my circle tight like tops, 
nothin' corn, no crops
Am7                         C7
You messy and get cleaned up with 
the mop
Bbmaj7
I went to school and I ain't miss it
 a lot
                          Fm7      
So I can be around niggas like you 
         Em7                 Cm7
and learn how to keep my distance
  Bbmaj7
I cut some niggas off on some hater 
shit niggas said to me
  Am7                   
R.I.P. tees 'cause these 
        C7
motherfuckers is dead to me
  Bbmaj7
Nail is in the coffin, murder, 
murder
  Am7                              
I'm sick of y'all niggas and I 
             C7
ain't coughin', I know me
                    Bbmaj7
Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all 
thoughts and I don't relate
    Am7               C7
So keep that energy away from me
    Bbmaj7
Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got
 it figured out
You ain't got the bigger house, the 
   Am7
jig is up
             C
You jealous, dawg, my afro long, 
I'll pick it out
        Bbmaj7
Like cotton on some basic, shit is 
off

We ain't adjacent
     Am7                           
I'm grounded like the pavement, we 
          C
ain't linkin' like the bracelet 
broke
   Bbmaj7
Better get your wrist that hold on 
the thoughts you get and go
     Am7                        
The fuck away, 'cause niggas get 
   C
they faces broke
                Bbmaj7
I just got a thumbs up and niggas 
go, like, "Good job"
                  Am7
You better find a shoe store and get
 your sole
C
Get it quick and slip it on
        Bbmaj7
And I'll be in "My-konos", lemonade,
 sippin' slow
 Fm7           Em7      Cm7
Jumpin' in the water off that boat I
 haven't bought yet, bitch


[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Bbmaj7
Am7           C7
One take
  Bbmaj7
            Let me hear that
  Am7                       C
            I meant to say "Mykonos"
 (Haha)
[Instrumental]
Bbmaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7 Am7 Ab F
Bbmaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7
[Interlude]
 Am7                       A      
I think (I think) that he died 
      Bb     Abmaj7     Gmaj7    
from alcohol (But I'm afraid—)
Gbmaj7

  Em7                Eb     
But if you write dog shit, it 
                             Bbmaj7
doesn't do any good what you die—
                       Am
Teach the parents to be civilized 
people, becau—