G                                      F
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
G                                          F
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
G                                              F
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
G                                             F
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
G                                                F
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
G                                                F
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
G                                 F
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
G                                             F
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
G                             F
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay


[Verse]
G                                         F
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
G                                           F
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
G                                                            F
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
G                                                    F
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
G                                                          F
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
G                           F
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
G                                  F
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
G                          F
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
G                                        F
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
G                  F
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
G                  F
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)
G                       F
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
G                      F
Fuck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?
G                   F
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
G                   F
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
G                 F
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
G                                     F
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
G                                    F
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
G                                                            F
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid
G                    F
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed
G                                F
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
G
Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
F
Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
G                                            F
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick
G                      F
Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
G                         F
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
G                         F
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit
N.C.
You don't know when to stand
N.C.
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
N.C.
Oh, baby, come in
N.C.
Man, I don't forget shit
N.C.
Uh, yeah


[Chorus]
G                                      F
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
G                                           F
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
G                                             G
I done Meta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
G                                             F
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
G                                                 F
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
G                                       F
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
G                                  F
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
G                                           F
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
B                       F
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah