Showbiz & A.G. - Next Level Chords

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[Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ All I see is blinking [F] light, track boards and [G] fat heights, [F] 950s, SV12s, M6s.
Shit is thumping, ear [G] drums pumping, this shit is [F] hype hype, cause the sample is hype hype.
Bite this one and leave teeth, [G] this is never sweat patch, [F] cause I'm a cool cat, just like Ethan.
Heat this, hip up the loop, [G] it's 94 bitch ass niggas, yeah they still in the booth.
The North Lakes, cause I be flowing in all states, show kept digging and digging, now he [Cm] got it all great.
[F] That's right nigga, roll that [C] dime and I'm the only living manna that can close [Cm] my mouth.
You speak to every [F] single rapper on this whole earth, sell outs got no [Fm] worth, I think they better go soul search.
_ _ [Eb] I just [F] can't believe how the skills have gotten [Fm] me.
_ _ I just [G] can't believe how the skills have gotten me.
Now here I go [F] again, ready to flow [G] again, and if the coast ain't clear, hell yeah, I'm still going [C] in.
Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher, I betcha I'ma getcha.
The number one porn stressor, [F] sorry black, that's right it's a cardiac arrest.
Got a trip between the best and worst cardiac.
Lost to no one, a warrior [C] like Shogun.
And when the [F] show's done, stacks and stacks [C] of hoes come.
I boost your feeling, confidence is to the ceiling.
If I'm sick, I'll pick the chick to [Cm] sexually kill it.
I'm unique, a freak [C] like Malik.
In the [F] twilight, with more highlights than Dominique.
Around the woods is where the show stops, up through the streets.
The deep, my feet [G] in the cell blocks.
I'm not the best, but I give it [C] threat.
The bladder me, the [F] strategy, gotta be more complex than chess.
Stop bluffing, cause you ain't [Cm] saying nothing, G.
And [F] start ducking, I'm the A to the fucking [C] G.
Last LP, we got down right.
Told all these corny [F] motherfuckers what hip-hop's [C] supposed to sound like.
CAG and a brother's [G] show, pride is kept.
It's best that you step [Cm] on the low.
_ [Fm] _ _ [Eb] Brothers [G] can't believe how the skills have gotten [Fm] me.
_ _ [Eb] Brothers [G] can't believe how the skills have gotten [Fm] me.
_ _ [Eb] Brothers [F] can't believe how the skills have gotten [Fm] me.
_ _ [F] Brothers can't believe how the skills [G] have gotten me.
Well, it's me, meaning the A to [C] the dash.
In fact, to [F] get the cash, now I'm going like the path, up the remedy.
Suckers better get their own identity, and to the enemy, you better roll [F] like you're Senna.
Fake Lord, they can strangle with [G] my cord.
Taking beats for my LP for sure ain't healthy.
Madison Project is where I [Gm] rest.
But I claim the whole planet, cause it's mine.
God damn it, I'm God.
Dr.
Bullet, Fake [G] Brother, God.
Rex Boston, [F] running shit, falling like God.
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street.
No surrendering, no retreat.
Now, dance with the devil, no, not [Cm] hardly.
Even though I'm on, but [F] like the bomb, I ain't smoke gun, no, like Bob Marley.
A bag of cess puts me at my rest.
You say you're silly, that's my theory.
Cause the devil [Cm] is at his rest.
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