Campfire Freestyle

Em    D     Bm      A

[Chorus]
   Em       D       Bm      A
(mumbling) Fall down
Em             D
I ain't finna fall down
 Bm                              A
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball
 out
 Em                     D
Don't go to work, baby call out
 Bm                    A
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Em            D
   I'm finna ball out
 Bm                         A
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs
 Em                           D
Don't go to work, baby, just call 
out
 Bm                   A
(uh) In the bedroom, all out

[Verse 1]
Em            D
Percs on the counter
                Bm
I can't wait to take 'em
                A
Blunts on the counter
               Em
Can't wait to face it
           D
Bad lil' bitch, yeah
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            Bm
She be my favorite
         A                   
All my songs, they all on her 
    Em
playlists
                D                
I don't really know how to say it 
           Bm
but I'mma say it
                 A                 
I don't really know if she take it 
               G
but she could take it
I don't slow it down unless I'm in 
      A
the matrix
Presidential brain that bitch like 
        Em
Sarah Palin

[Refrain]
D
Here it go
Bm                          A
I'm not the same nigga that I was a 
year ago
Em                 D
I thank God every day for this, a 
miracle
Bm              A
In the Trap House singing mingles, 
spirituals
  Em                 D            
(Yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe 
       Bm                 A
I'm in trap, goin' entry lining
                          Em   
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, 
                 D
that's perfect timing
              Bm                 
I guess that means that the stars 
    A
aligning

[Verse 2]
Em               D
Gonna sing like CeCe Winans
Bm                 A
Changed shit just like the climate
Em              D
Sit back in my seat reclining
Bm                 A
I call that shit perfect timing
Em               D
I'm in another country getting new 
money
Bm               A
My money act depression, yeah that's
 blue money
Em                    D
Feeling like I had depression, I was
 blue or something
Bm                A              
Until I smoked a pack and then I 
                       Em
blew or something   (uh, uh)
D                           Bm   
Listen to the way that, my flow 
                        A
on this shit is off the top, like a 
wave cap
Em                D
Pull up on the ceiling you get 
knocked like the bass back
Bm                      A
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your 
fucking face at
Em            D
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
Bm                  A
And that's what a bitch put her face
 at

[Other]
G
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
A
And that's what a bitch put her face
 at