Drop The World

(capo 1ª casa)

(intro) Em Em G D/F#
        Em Em G C

     Em
I got ice in my veins, blood in my 
eyes
G                D/F#
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
     Em
I seen nights full of pain, days of 
the same
G                     C
You keep the sunshine, save me the 
rain
  Em
I search but never find, hurt but 
never cry
  G                             
I work and forever try, but I’m 
D/F#
cursed, so never mind
         Em
And it’s worse, but better times 
seem further and beyond
    G                   C
The top gets higher the more that I 
climb
    Em
The spot gets smaller, and I get 
bigger
       G                           
Try'na get into where I fit in, no 
D/F#
room for a n*gga
    Em
But soon for a n*gga it be on, 
mu’f*cka
       G                           
'Cause all the bullshit, it made me
 C
 strong, mu’f*cka

(refrão)
     Em                            
So I pick the world up and I’ma 
             C             G D/A
drop it on your f*ckin’ head        
yeah
            Em                   
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and 
                      C            
I’ma drop it on your f*ckin’ head  
 G C
    yeah
    Em                      
And I could die now, rebirth 
       C              G           
motherf*cker, hop up in my 
              D/A
spaceship and leave Earth, 
motherf*cker
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    Em          C           G     
I’m gone, motherf*cker, I’m gone    
C
 uh

Em
I know what they don’t wanna tell 
you
G                           D/F#
Just hope you’re heaven-sent, and 
you’re hell-proof
Em
I-I walk up in the world and cut the
 lights off
G                           C
And confidence is the stain they 
can’t wipe off
Em
Huh, my word is my pride
G                           D/F#
But wisdom is bleak, and that’s a 
word from the wise
Em
Served to survive, murdered and 
bribed
    G                              
And when it got too heavy I put my 
C
burdens aside

(refrão)
   Em                              
It hurts, but I never show this 
                    C
pain you’ll never know
   G                          
If only you could see just how 
 D/A
lonely and how cold
    Em                             
And frostbit I’ve become, my back’s
             C
 against the wall
     G                         
When push come to shove, I just 
       C
stand up and scream “f*ck 'em all”

       Em                          
Man, it feels like these walls are 
                        C
closing in, this roof is caving in
G                              
Up its time to razor-thin your days 
D/A
are numbered like pagers and
   Em                              
My book of rhymes, got 'em cookin’,
                               C
 boy this crooked mind of mine got 
'em all Shook and
G                                 
Scared to look in my eyes I stole 
    C
that f*ckin’ clock I took the time 
and I

Em                                
Came up from behind and pretty 
                     C
much snuck up And butt-f*cked this 
game up
G                                 
Better be careful when you bring 
   D/A
my name up f*ck this fame, that 
ain’t what
Em                                
I came to claim but the game ain’t
                               C
 gonna be the same on the day that I
 leave it
G                                 
But I swear one way or another 
  C
I’ma make these f*ckin’ haters 
believe that

  Em                               
I swear to God, won’t spare the rod
                       C
 I’m a man of my word, so your 
f*ckin’
      G                            
Heads better nod Or I’ma f*ck 
     D/A
around in this bitch and roast 
everybody
Em                                
Sleep on me, that pillow is where 
                      C
your head’ll lie permanently, bitch,
     G                         
It’s beddy-bye this world is my 
    C
Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die

   Em                              
My head is swole, my confidence is 
                    C
up this stage is my pedestal
      G                         
I’m unstoppable, incredible hope 
        D/A
you’re trapped in my medicine ball
        Em                       
I could run circles around you so 
                   C
fast your f*ckin’ head’ll spin, dog
G                           
I split your cabbage and your 
   C
lettuce and olives I’ll f*ckin’

(refrão)

( Em )