Walkin Chords by Ocean Wisdom

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_ _ _ _ They didn't know I handle bars, it's a minor though
They offer me some gear, but I'm over tired
All this talk and make a bread, I wanna sack you home
Yo, I flabbergast that bread and my stamina can be coming in handy
Flipping the script, I'm doing the work, I'm telling a story, doing a plan B
How the fuck on earth did we become so [G] angry?
Couple years ago, man was [F] just breathing a dandy
God, I go from breathing a pino to beating up emo
Swimming in Speedos to swinging in chinos
Mimicking heroes to zeroes
From Zorro to Tarantino, we're living like weirdos
Guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows
But, dark ass spit on beats and spit in [D#] acapella
Don't think I want rapper fella
Smack that nigga, make an ackie swell up, leave him black and yellow
I ain't talking Wiz Khalifa, this Wizkid of the beat, are you a rancid dweller?
Got the dank dip in my cellar, I'm the dank dip seller
Sing it smelling way too much, so wrap that in some cellar
Celebrate, call 911, tell a mate about this massive fella
On the beat and on the shoes, there ain't no ackie, bit of fassy sped up
Yo, [Fm] in my rap, there's unlimited lyrics and syllables
Hitting my pinnacle isn't a miracle, it's kinda literal
Feeling the villain, that's minimal
Physical feeling is more of a spiritual
Killing a visual, only will justify this
And the lyrics be winning, that's why I be spitting again
Panicking and again, tipping the game with a pen
Hitting the spit with a lamb, they're literally stepping on me
Can't be lyrically stepping to them
Yeah, they're leveling up, but I'm leveling better than them
Tell it to listen, memories be fessing and never addressing them
Never ever again, never [F] ever again
Watch me, knock me, knock me but don't [G] stop me
I got blocks [Fm] that watch, then go knock me properly
I got props from blocks that chop, [G] so something drop me
Das, das, [C] I'm a motherfucker, lost and [F] cocky
Watch me, you can't tell me that I'd go in
Got on the beat, I'm like a granddad, I'd go in
Unique, yeah I [D#] got my own thing
Unique, you're [F] not unique with gold rings
I'm a young brother with a lot of heart
[G] Been at it from the start, [Fm] I can tell you're gonna chart
But how you gonna hold a man when older man ain't [F] half as smart
Trying to control a man like Lola can in often part
I'm holding more knowledge than a folder can
I'm focusing, you know I love more
I ain't no more holding grams for Ocean, man
Notice that I know my plan
[G] T-Dog told me local goats, strokes, you need to [Fm] go for man
So Ocean goes for man, I owe you fam, owe you [C#] that
Came in the game with a whole new act, invading the [Fm] brain
Came in with a whole new [F] rap, blatantly stating the old Cruz [C] rack
I had to do that, add to my nut, jangled the [C#] booze to cop in them bad luck
You ain't gonna [F] booze to cop you fat [F] cock
You ain't gonna booze to cop you I'm that [Fm] much
I got exquisite ability, mimicking vividest [C#] imagery
Lyrically singing a kid to be killing his committees, [D#] ready the annuality
Wanna be chilling with [F] Biddy and Diddy and Cootie the kiddie
Listening to Biggie, buttoning a ciggy with Dizzy and Wizzy
[F] Sucking a titty like diggity-giggity, my ability
Cocked in the meatloaf, spruxy, biggity, bobbity
Gotta be properly honest, it's top of G, top of the hottest
It's a property, not a monopoly, actual, I'm in a government
Stopping and bluffing is comedy, honest equality
It's not in the odyssey, trying to master even more, no, well I be
Sipping in the court, no apology, people be needing to abort this policy
When we be close to slugger, be making me feel like I'm warring constantly
I'm calling for the menace _ _ _ _ _
_ But I ain't even trying to be that type of guy
I ain't trying to be that type of brain
Trying to lead that type of life, you know
Like I ain't even trying [G] to meet myself, alright
I ain't trying to meet myself, no [F] game
I'm trying to keep myself, alright, you know
I throw the sod and rush a heat when I'm on stage
I don't compete with non-UKers, heart's peak to drop replacement
My flow is sweet, I know the streets, they love to taste it
But I'm feeling under [Fm]-played for just putting niggas in graves and shit
So ask truthists, ask men who run and shit
But the truth is, these other men are running quick
But if the truth is, where is it?
And it fits me, see I'm running oh so quickly
So stick me at the top of the bottle with big B
Big B, it's gonna be feeling like Twix and a sandwich, I stick to the rap
No giving it back, flipping a packet of cigs
Flipping a cig down the mid, drinking a pig on my wrist
Drinking a pig on a cig on my wrist, [A#] drinking a cig on [F] a pig on a cig on a wrist
Twist it and get it lit, nigga, what?
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