Tom: G
Introdução:
Gm7 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
Gm7
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
Dm7
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
Gm7
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
Dm7
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
Gm7
She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Dm7
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
Gm7
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Dm7
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
Gm7
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
Dm7
You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it
Gm7
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
Dm7
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
Gm7
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew
Dm7
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
Gm7
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
Dm7
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
Gm7
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
Dm7
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
Gm7
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
Dm7
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
Gm7
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Dm7
Now my cars and clothes exotic
Dm7 Gm7
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me
Gm7
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah
Gm7 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
Gm7
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
Dm7
TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
Gm7
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
Dm7
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree
Gm7
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Dm7
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Gm7
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
Dm7
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
Gm7
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
Dm7
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam
Gm7
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
Dm7
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Gm7
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Dm7
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
Gm7
I got the sheets wet
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Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
Gm7
It was dark, then I came to the light
Dm7
I was poor, now my doors suicide
Gm7
I don't know how to make it right, right
Dm7
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
Gm7
I don't care about you leavin' me
Dm7
I got no time to try to make it right
Gm7
I just hope you find another life
Dm7
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)
Chorus
Gm7 Dm7
Show me that I'm done
Gm7
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Dm7
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Gm7
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
Dm7
Tell me why I'm livin'
Gm7
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
Dm7
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling