Chords for '97 Hov

_ _ Uh, _ _ yeah, the butcher coming, nigga
Niggas, niggas, niggas _ _
I walk in the room, niggas can feel that pressure when I walk in, nigga _ _
Like you saw the devil
Yo, look, I was born in 84, but I'm like 97 whole
I went platinum off a brick, I cooked on 97 stoves
Yeah, I know the streets is watching, so I'm highly skeptical
Where I'm at in my career, one hit and I'm set to go
Uh, duct tape for the blocks, black tape for the strap
Bentley in the parking lot, ass straight for the pack
Had dreams of retiring and burying the money
Back when I was young, with more experience than money
Look, all my Georgetown shit rock the blue Hoyer
When they snatch my niggas up, I got a new lawyer
They start off young, so they shoot for you
I groom them soon, they become they own bosses and recruit for you
It's not a such thing as two lawyers
This gap melts your favorite rapper, protect him to a pool for you
You think nice, well I got news for you
I get on true for you, it's funny when every rapper move to you
My bitch asking me to settle down
I was reckless, I sell it round
She know I'm finally on level ground
I'm trying to change, but in my head it sounds
Telling me I could be El Chapo instead of Kevin Loud
Freestyle for blue, I feel like 97 whole
It was 96, pulled up in that 97 Roll
Drove it back and forth, and went through 97's hole
Real stories bout drug money, got me etched to stone
By the time they learn to love me, I be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double up, $30, seven stones
Yeah I fucked it up, but that whole place set the tone _
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[F] to be going to war with each other
Truth be told, don't nobody wanna fight nobody in this rap game
Cause 98% of these dudes is power
The butcher coming, nigga _
_ Let's go
We pull up jumping out them V12 engines
V-tail kitted, female sweaters
The whole is driving like it ain't got no seatbelts in it
Uh huh, _ yeah, that's it right there Yeah, uh
We pull up jumping out them V12 engines
V-tail kitted, female sweaters
The whole is driving like it ain't got no seatbelts in it
The block look like it got seat shells in it
The beam on it sick, flashing like it got an unread email in it
They tried their best to stop us, we still winning
I run the shit, and my Versace chain reactions to my feet swell in em
Gold digger, deep pussy, I park with [F#] CL in it
Never pay for pussy, just pay for meals just to be [F] fair with her
I hit the brakes, but wait, the light bout to change
Realizing what I'm driving and how my life bout to change
When I die, go to TV Johnny and ice out the grave
I make these bitches sign contracts and write out they name shit
I learn from how I need a trick, mic out his chain
Huh, my ex shared, I still ain't get the lights out of name
And the fans want the whole BSF, wiped out the game
[F#] Cause what the brands cost, I been getting twice out in name
[F] My watch look like a lighthouse, that's right I'll explain
Blue faces and I ain't have them bring the price down to pay
I had some young niggas slide through with pipes round your way
Have them posted up with sticks like it's a strike round your way
Uh, you can only judge me by who you see me with
I turned the deuce to a six, they who did me tricks
Tell these niggas keep my name out they greedy [F#] licks
Uh, cause they don't want no static with
[F] Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
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