Аккорды к песне ​Benny The Butcher — Johnny P's Caddy

 
 [INTRO] 
 
  Cm Gm Ab   
 
 Yeah, you know? 
          Cm                Gm 
 Tana Talk Cm, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean? 
  Gm                            Ab 
 You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda) 
  Ab 
 I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family) 
 I'm straight, though (I'm good) 
This street shit made me what I     Am today 
 Niggas know I went so hard for this shit 
 I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah) 
 The butcher comin', nigga 
  
 [VERSE]  
            Cm                Gm 
 This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches, more 'bout how I mastered physics (Uh huh) 
                    Ab 
 In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah) 
  Cm                 Gm 
 I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rap a business 
     Ab 
 I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million 
    Cm               Gm 
 Come easily? No good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas 
                     Ab 
 It's like they put out a smash thеn they gone in a flash, admit it 
       Cm                  Gm 
 And then thеy make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (Fuck you doin'?) 
                     Ab 
 They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches 
 
Cm                 Gm 
 That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to act in Conflicted (Nah) 
                    Ab 
 Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas 
  Cm                     Gm 
 Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus? 
 Gm          Ab 
 Annual income, so here's my manual and some 
 
      Cm              Gm 
 And this Eastside shit still in me 
Gm                            Ab 
 My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's talk) 
 Cm               Gm 
 Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility 
Gm                     Ab 
 The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly 
 
Cm                    Gm 
 I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (Mm hmm) 
            Ab 
 Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me 
  Cm                  Gm 
 They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity" 
              Ab 
 They askin' "What work y'all niggas put in?", I'm like, "What didn't we?" 
 
Cm                 Gm 
 Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress 
                  Ab 
 Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success 
   Cm             Gm 
 Besides Con' and West, tell me, who else I gotta respect? (Who else?) 
   Gm                     Ab 
 'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect 
 It's the Butcher, nigga 
 Ah, let's go 
'Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga 
 Yeah, Cole fuckin' World 
 Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda) 
 You know what it is, nigga, when I show up 
 I'm on ten, nigga, not nine 
 
 [VERSE]  
 On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' 
 Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' 
 The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions 
 Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' 
 Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' 
 But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin' 
 Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am 
 But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin' 
 Stretchin' the truth, know I never stress in the booth 
 They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse 
 Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records is proof 
 I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose 
 Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker 
 He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers 
 Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper 
I'm prolly gon'    Go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature 
 I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer 
 Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether 
 Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher 
 Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher 
 Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity 
 Really, no MC equal, feel me? 
 Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh 
 On God, the best rapper alive 
Headshot, now   Go and ask the best rappers that died 
 They'll tell you he never lied, nigga 
 
 [OUTRO] 
  
 Yeah, Tana Talk