Chords for Magnum Band (feat. Tha God Fahim)

_ Hey, [Ab] the homies say I spent too much time [Eb] on the _ mountain and shit.
He say come down from the mountain.
[A] _ Yo, _ [Ab] God.
_ [Eb]
He need you down here on Earth.
I said, alright, man, I'm here.
[A] Pop out the space shit.
[Ab] Who rock the Kobe beef ASICS?
[Db] Half-laced but not a single ounce of drip wasted.
Y'all know [A] the basics.
It's at [Ab] max in different places when I'm [Eb] spracing niggas faceless.
How many more rappers will my [A] case twist?
Please, please, [Eb] please.
I hold the keys to niggas greatness.
Surely we'll be deemed A-list, synced up in ASICS.
[A] _
_ Ferris [Ab] Bueller, you just play sick.
You fierce, you [Eb] gotta fix them cataracts.
Matter of fact, you need [A]
Lasix.
Catch the [Ab] straight pullers, I know that shit stinging.
[Eb] Y'all seen the doctor's rape footage, I keep them heads [A] ringing.
Speak and follow my name.
[Ab] What the fuck you thinking?
[Eb] I put that biscuit to your cheek like it's [A] England.
Ain't no damn digestive.
[Eb] Or fucking biscuits.
Running up will only get your head [Bb] split.
I wouldn't risk it.
[Ab] Ever since I cut the locks off, you got me twisted.
[Eb] Telling fans what you made.
But it ain't no seven [A] digits.
Fixing niggas.
[Ab] Reaping the benefits off my [Eb] Tommy height.
Trying to see capital off the steeds like [A] Donnie Shikes.
I ain't gonna be [Ab] the one [Dbm] flying off a building.
[Eb] More than adding on.
Bruno [A] Beldon.
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Read the [Eb] spell, bae.
Cattle off one in a trillion.
Don't get [A] stealth scanned.
I stacked against [Ab] me and I still went.
Hold the [Eb] flag down, it's really me, Billy Z.
The real [A] villain, who you face?
[Abm] Cinquenta y [Eb] siete, okay. _
Cuando se consenso, respect, no delay.
[A]
Right now, you're fifty [Ab]-seven on deck with the grain.
[Gb] Tres, [Bb] cincuenta y siete, okay.
[A] _
Tres, [Ab] cincuenta y siete, [Dbm] okay.
Cuando [Eb] se consenso, respect, no delay.
Right [A] now, you're fifty-seven [Eb] on deck with the grain.
Tres, _ cincuenta y siete, okay.
It was [A] all silk, suede, and leather.
[Abm] And since I made [Ab] it off the store, I sleep [Gb] with both eyes.
So he keep my hand on my raging floor.
[A] No tech, pump this vet, not cash [Abm] that man up with no [Ab] Rocky's fuel.
Try [Eb] to flex like he connect, but he really ain't got no pull.
My [A] cat is logged like Trenza [Abm] chest with gems [Eb] in it.
I show up in your nightmares, Lord forgive me for grim spitting.
[A] It was written up in the [Eb] drunk manuscript.
My hand could get it executed fast hand.
The outcast, the Batman.
[A]
Could've did a mission with [Abm] Sonny up in the [Eb] badlands.
We mortal combatants, need royalties and patents.
[A] My pace is running thin if [Eb] I ain't counting up and stacking.
I flip a bag on the stock market and it's cracked and [A]
historically accurate.
It's [Eb] fine, I'm not gonna get it backwards.
In any category, we put fear in every facet.
Thank [E] God.
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