Song Scale: F Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 72
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
Fm Eb Db Fm Eb Db x2
(Chorus)
Fm Eb
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Db
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Db
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
Db Fm
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
[VERSE]
Fm
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Eb
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Eb
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ virtual now
Db
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Db
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
Db
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
Db
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
Fm
I’ma thank God for my existence
Fm
I’ma thank God for my charisma
Eb
I’ma thank God that I’m in the business
Eb
And I’ma thank God I’m not in the system
Db
I’ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
Db
I’ma thank God for the times I done risked it
Db
I’ma thank God for workin’ out the logistics
Db
I’ma thank God that I’m not a statistic
Fm
All of my jewelry is fuckin’ ridiculous
Fm
I cannot really be seriously serious
Eb
All of my goons take everything serious
Eb
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Db
Killin’ the staff and kill the affiliates
Db
Smokin’ this gas just like it’s some helium
Db
I see y’all ass all in my peripheral
Db
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
Fm
She workin’ that ass continuous
Fm
I’m workin’ my plans, ingenuous
Fm Eb
I’m talkin’ ’bout mags and millions
Eb
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
Db
I got a monogamous smile
Db
I do not know how I do how
Db
I give all to my daughters, no doubt
Db
It’s been all about now until now
Fm
I’ve been keepin’ it quiet but loud
Fm
I’ve been keepin’ it private but proud
Eb
I’ve been treatin’ the fire like flowers
Eb
I’ve been keepin’ it silent but “Pow”
Db
And she ’bout to twerk on the ground
Db
Oh my God, she gettin’ personal now
Db
Oh my God, I’m ’bout to skirt on her blouse
Db
Oh my God, she ’bout to slurp up a child (Yeah)
Fm
She ’bout to twerk on the ground
Fm
Oh my God, she gettin’ personal now
Fm Eb
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Eb
Oh my God, she ’bout to surf in the crowd
Db
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Db
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Db
Call up my phone and my service was down
Db
Sorry, I ain’t been on Earth in a while
Fm
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Fm
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Eb
Call up my phone and my service was down
Eb
Sorry, I ain’t been on Earth in a while
Eb Db
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Db
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
Db
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
Db
They ’bout to give me a personal foul, damn
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
[VERSE]
Abm Dbm
Uh, let’s get personal, Percocet got me vertical
Abm Dbm
Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
Abm Dbm
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you
Abm Dbm
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32
Abm Dbm
It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout
Abm Dbm
I’m on Cloud and, nigga, you just on iCloud
Abm Dbm
I’m an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
Abm Dbm
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Abm Dbm
Gotta sip slow ‘case I die quick, I’m alive, bitch
Abm Dbm
Born piss poor, I’ma die rich full of my shit
Abm Dbm
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Abm Dbm
Leave you lookin’ like January 2nd, July 5th
Abm Dbm
Y’all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight
Abm Dbm
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Abm Dbm
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise
Abm Dbm
Took a few L’s without ’em, I couldn’t spell ‘Life’
Abm Dbm
Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right
Abm Dbm
Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe
Abm Dbm
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
Abm Dbm
I’ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga
Abm Dbm
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Abm
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Dbm
All I could see is the purplest clouds
Abm
Oh my God, we gettin’ virtual now
Dbm
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Abm
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
Dbm
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
Abm Dbm Abm Dbm
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud, yeah
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ virtual now
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
I’ma thank God for my existence
I’ma thank God for my charisma
I’ma thank God that I’m in the business
And I’ma thank God I’m not in the system
I’ma thank God for the pots I had to piss in
I’ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I’ma thank God for workin’ out the logistics
I’ma thank God that I’m not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fuckin’ ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin’ the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin’ this gas just like it’s some helium
I see y’all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin’ that ass, continuous
I’m workin’ my plans, ingenuous
I’m talkin’ ’bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all of my daughter’s no doubt
It’s been all about now until now
I’ve been keepin’ it quiet but loud
I’ve been keepin’ it private but proud
I’ve been treatin’ the fire like flowers
I’ve been keepin’ it silent but, “Pow”
And she ’bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin’ personal now
Oh my God, I’m ’bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she ’bout to slurp up a child
Yeah, she ’bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin’ personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she ’bout to surf on the crowd
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain’t been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain’t been on Earth in a while
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
Damn
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
Uh, let’s get personal
Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical
Shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you
Dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra
Magic like 32
It is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
I’m on Cloud 9, and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I’m an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow ‘case I die quick, I’m alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I’ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin’ like January 2nd, July 5th
Y’all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
Took a few L’s, without ’em, I couldn’t spell, “Life”
Airtight, vagina tight, and it better smell right
Banana clip dick banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I’ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick flick, nigga
Tunchi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin’ virtual now
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup ’til I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
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