Hop Is Back Chords by Hopsin

[N] _ _ _ _ [B] I need _ _ attitude.
_ [D] Shit, I give a heck if that was human.
_ _ _ [Cm] _
Yeah, [Ab] that's what I was doing.
That shit wasn't so stupid.
[D] Remember that game of codeine?
Oh, oh, the [C] popsicles!
_ [Gb] _
The popsicles!
Ay!
_ _ Ay, [Db] yo!
Pop, pop!
That was [Dbm] good, dog!
I was just watching you [C] clip like three weeks ago!
That's so dope to like see you in [E] real life!
Ay, you're right!
I thought you'd be a little [Db] bit taller though, but that's what you look like!
[G] Ay, put your arms [Abm] up!
Y'all like I made you [Ab] hot!
Like I helped that!
I helped your engine!
[Db] I'm a part of your success!
I'm a fan, so I see what you [E] should be doing!
I mean, he's a real [A] fan!
I know!
I follow your career!
What's up with Funk, [Ab] why you not even picking up [Bb] the phone?
I [B] actually own the [C] label.
You own [Gb] the label?
Yeah, he don't own the label!
But [B] that's some hot stuff!
What's wrong [Fm] with being hot?
[D] I don't care that it takes you like [Bb] nine, ten months to put a Google [Db] out!
That's okay!
I don't wear a Google out!
It's cool, [D] we can take a picture!
We can take a picture, [Gb] come on!
What are you doing?
Put your hand down, [Db] huh?
Get your finger!
[Eb] Oh, hot, you don't [G] like pictures with fans?
Yeah, your fans, you a fang!
[Eb] You a fang!
I'm a fan!
Oh, you get a few?
[D] _ [Bb] Now you don't know the [Eb] fans!
You don't want to sit down and ride no more?
For real, hip [G] hop?
You don't got your money and money after this?
You changed, man!
You changed!
[Gb] You've been knitted!
Like, get [Eb] your goddamn Mr.
[E] Rogers sweater!
PBS [Abm] _ _ _
tattoos!
[F] Get your goddamn, what are you doing with it?
Like, [D] who are you?
I do my eye makeup now, bro!
[Eb] Like, look at you, you stupid!
[E] _ Like, you don't even have a summer flight, give me it!
I'm a fan!
I'm a fan!
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
I'm a fan!
I'm a fan!
I'm a fan! _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] Your bullshit, come off of that
[Fm] Someone tell these mutha fuckers that Hop is back
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sitting on it
[F] Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga
[Bbm] They can get it
Y'all can _ [G] _ get it
[Bbm] It really doesn't matter, nigga
[Abm] Yeah the dark night's in his midst
Without the mask & [Ab] cape
I'm acting nature faggot, embrace it
I just got validation on my-ass whipping ticket
I'm not amazing, it's my mad invasion of smashing [Bb] brains and my fucking pen and pad was anxious
All these haters [F] who mad and be nagging at me I flip they ass off like [Bb] an acrobat on a trapeze
And I be lashing back like a shak-a-chak on these rap beats
You thought that I was done with completely being an ass?
[F] Don't think you're all just cause you [Ab] got success
I love to cut your ass so many times it look like you was not and yet
[Bb] I'm the only child that my mom regrets Probably best that you don't buy my album
Save your money, yo, do not invest
Your bullshit, come [Fm] off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is [F] back
Got my new rag on with my fitted sitting on it Now I'm ready to fuck the [Ab] game up, nigga
_ [Bbm] They can get it, you can get [G] it, y'all can get it, [Bb] but really doesn't matter
I can sit on my floor malignant, rightful And strip survival and have you screaming
Like R&B singers who hitting high notes are sick and spiteful
Tupac's twisted grim disciple I've been this nice your [Ab] way before Michael
_ [Bbm] My ex-girl's heart is [Fm] so bruised and burned Begging [G] me to quit rap, but I'm just not ready
to let it loose for her And my [Bb] hops in the rim, I'm Lucifer
I didn't blow till I started talking to [Ab] gang of shit
Tell me who you prefer, nigga, you ain't healing the boot
I'll die and do my next [B] show as a hologram And still be realer than you
See, I'm the shit like I slithered and [Fm] pooped I'm sicker than sticking [Gm] my freaking dick inside
a bitch's [Bb] syphilis coop Just knock mad
Your bullshit, come [Fm] off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is [F] back
I do rag on with my titties sitting on it Now I'm ready to fuck the [Ab] game up, nigga
[Bbm]
They can get it, but you can get it, [Gm] but _ [Bb] really doesn't matter
I got a problem, yo I [Db] was ecstatic to buy [Ab] Yeezus
But I burned it first, heard it and snapped it in [F] five pieces
Man, Kanye on that bullshit [D] That's why the paparazzi made that [Db] nigga hit
his fucking head [B] That's what that fool [Bbm] get
You think you God now you half-assin' rap, little faggot bitch?
Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident
But most importantly, [Db] hip-hop isn't dead no more, you see
It's Kendrick took the bar then raised it up higher for him, see
[Ab] Unfortunately, the little nigga's like four foot three
The guy's a fucking midget, his high is still really short to me
Fuck giving my pencil breaks My mental state tells me to rent a bed
If you hand me your shit, I'll toss your demo tape
[A] Hop, if you're not spreading love, then why do you even write music?
This is how I feel when [Bb] I ain't rapping on the mic, you bitch
Am I supposed to code it up?
Am I not allowed to open up?
I feel the blood of rappers and use Wheezy Frizz to soak it up
Bustin' like South Central [F] drive-bys Support the guy [G] with wide eyes
But nigga don't ride my dick when I'm on that high ride
[F] Your bullshit, come off of that Someone [Fm] tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back
I got my do-rag on with my fitted sittin' on it
Now I'm ready to fuck the game up, nigga
[Bbm] They can get it, [Fm] you can get [G] it Y'all can get it, it really doesn't matter, nigga _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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