Chords for Jelly Roll "Tony Montana Freestyle"

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm getting bands now.
Hottest white boy in the city.
Bitchin' [Bb] his [Eb] hands down.
Rap don't work?
Well, I betcha I'll be straight.
All I need's some Roxy 30s, some Coke, and a set of skates.
Rappers talk about some pistols that they will never spray.
It ain't fair for Mike Plyce to fight him a featherweight.
Yeah, these small guys, small fries, they ain't really bout it.
In my city, ask about me.
Ridin' around my car, it's cloudy.
On that super-duper loud, too.
Them bitches around you ain't about to shake shit.
My squad'll make the town move.
Miley Gang, bitch.
Everybody know what's up.
Mafia money up in this bitch.
Yeah, we throw it up.
Drink it till I throw it up.
Get the cushion, roll it up.
Bad bitches roll with us.
Whole city know what's up.
Yeah, it's Cacheville, Haniyak, Southside to be exact.
Ridin' around with a [Ebm] whole crew that don't even rap.
These fuckin' rappers, these actors on some movie shit.
Meanwhile, I'm ridin' around with guns bigger than Ludacris.
I get love from all the Bloods and I get love from the Hoover Crips.
I get love from all the Crips.
Yeah, they don't even trip.
I get love from all the gangsters.
Shit, we used to stay together.
Used to wait AA together.
Even move [Bb] some weight [Eb] together.
Hell, the whole city knows I been in this game forever.
Probably been to CJC or been to CCA together.
Probably been to Blackwood or HD2.
The truth is, we probably been down to Juvenile, too.
Probably been up there to Tad.
Probably been to Woodland Hills.
This white boy from Maniac.
Them white boys from Goodlandsville.
They come to the hood and chill.
Then they start to craft they rap.
How about everybody else?
And now they talkin' like they trapped.
I ain't [Ebm] trippin', I ain't dissin', I ain't playin'.
I'm just sayin', probably would've been better
if they wasn't full of hatred.
See, every show I shake it.
Two stacks is what I'm makin'.
By the end of every night, somebody bitch is gettin' naked.
They tell them we're all tuned.
I gotta keep it G.
I gotta keep it better.
I gotta keep it street.
I gotta keep the work and I gotta keep it cheap.
But I gotta sell it high.
Everybody know it's me.
Totem, yeah, YouTube.com forward slash
the real motherfuckin' Jelly Roll.
Or without the motherfuckin' ha.
_ Or just type Jelly Roll in the search engine, baby.
_ YouTube monster. _
[Bb] Jelly Roll, [Eb] Caspia, Antioch, Southside, Woodbound, what up?
Yeah, all that shit.
I am what the fuck I say I am.
Unlike some of these guys.
_ Shout out to the motherfuckin' city paper, man.
_ Lil Bo-Tah, that's my guy.
Yeah, it's A-Game, a movement.
Miley Gang, Mafia Money, Rest in Peace Drake.
Rest in Peace Killer Kren, Rest in Peace Slabs.
Yeah, Rest in Peace DeRon, Lil' Bruh Hewlin', man.
_ _ _ Yeah, true shit, street shit.
I don't know nothing else, man.
About time I hosted the Cacheville mixtape. _
Yeah!
_ _ Shuttin' the motherfuckin' club down.
For real.
_ [Ebm] Bad C, baby.
_ Let's get to it.
Shout out to Hell Real, the motherfuckin' Miley Gang.
What up, bud, what up, 50, what up?
[Bb] Jerry [Eb] G, free Jerry G.
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All that other shit in between.
In the [Ebm] meantime, in between time,
we just tryin' to get to the [Eb] money.
Miss me with the slick shit, I'm just tryin' to get. _
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