C#  9  11 11 10 9  9
Bbm 6  8  8  6  6  6
A   5  7  7  6  5  5


Pattern

C#        Bbm     Bbm     A

    C#                Bbm
Now once upon a time not long ago (not long ago)
       Bbm                   A
There was an Occa kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
      C#                     Bbm
He's not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (on a roll)
      Bbm                     A
Goin' all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
       C#                     Bbm
See I been all up in the dojo practicin' my braggadocio
       Bbm                    A
Learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
        C#                    Bbm
Soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
         Bbm                  A
A quick jazz cigarette then I'm takin' my solo
         C#                   Bbm
If you ain't heard about it ask around
         Bbm                    A
On any given Sunday bet we turn the party out
         C#                    Bbm
Get love on every corner walkin' through our part of town
         Bbm                      A
Yeah, you that lucky winner, Price Is Right so you better come on down
          C#                   Bbm
To the inner-west, come and visit the turf
         Bbm                      A
You see my crew be runnin' Sydney like the City2Surf
          C#                      Bbm
From the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the 'burbs
          Bbm                     A
They say that dude smooth Nicolas, he slick with them words

[Hook]
            C#                     Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
            Bbm                     A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
             C#                    Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
             Bbm                     A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean"
             C#                    Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
             Bbm                     A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
             C#                      Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
              Bbm                     A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean

[Verse 2]
           C#                       Bbm
The sorta shit that they let fly, I could do with my eyes closed
           Bbm                         A
But I'm taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause I climb slow
          C#           Bbm
See my sign's goat, as in G.O.A.T
         Bbm                          A
Make my way from A to B while spelling out what's plain to see
          C#                         Bbm
My man was shotgun in the 'Yota, looked over and said to me
          Bbm                         A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
           C#                          Bbm
When we'd rock up to your house party, rollin' twenty deep
           Bbm                          A
Turnin' off your Black Eyed Peas and throwin' on some BDP
            C#          Bbm
[?], R—O—C, Eminem or D—R—E
     Bbm                 A
RSE, BnE or Suffa, Pressure, and Debris
             C#                    Bbm
For the moment probably be that OVO or TDE
             Bbm                    A
But homie this that O—N—E, that D—A—Y, that E—N—T
              C#                         Bbm
Nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
           Bbm                            A
It's like something I think I saw in a vision or a dream
              C#                          Bbm
I'm tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
                Bbm               A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean



[Hook]
              C#                      Bbm
I was rollin' with my brosef and he turned and said to me
             Bbm                         A
"Homie, you been goin' in since we was only seventeen"
              C#                      Bbm
I said "I ain't one to blow my own, but I tend to agree
              Bbm                      A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean, what I mean
              C#                       Bbm
Now the punters say the love the way I spit it on the beat
            Bbm                            A
It put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
             C#                         Bbm
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
            Bbm                  A
If a, you know what I—you know what I mean



[Outro]
              C#                        Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
            Bbm                           A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
              C#                          Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
              Bbm                         A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more
               C#                           Bbm
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet, don't wanna toot my own horn
               Bbm                             A
Don't wanna beat my own drum kit, don't wanna write my own score
                 C#                          Bbm
But they like it, they love it, they buy it, they bump it, recite it
                Bbm                      A
Turn it up and then they bump it up some more