Rest Of My Life Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah[C#m], say [C]one,[Bm]
[Em]Tiff the
GIF,
Soul
[C#m]Chef,
[C]Goon
Tracks, [Bm]what up?
[Em]Innovative, illustrating the method
On [Bm]how to use roads like weapons of
Soul
Chefing
Heat[Em]ing up a cold session
with old lessons
On [Bm]how to dominate any candidate
you nominate
[Em]Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka
The
[Bm]Nike
SB rocker, the hipper hip
[Am]hopper
Sometimes I spit reminiscin'
the big poppa
And my [D]intricacies, if you listen, I get proper
My [Em]whole style is superfuturist, editorialist
Ex[Bm]plore the world through the
Commonwealth
So I won awards with this
[Em]The love I get is glorious
I'm victorious for [Bm]settin'
trends notorious
The people need a warrior
[Em]I'm at the higher regency or the
Astoria
Giv[Bm]in' you more of the realness
in the categoria
Hip [Am]-hop genre, I'm
Obama
A1 and
[D]TIFF, they get flippin' scripts
For the rest of this,
[Em]it's[C#m][C][Bm]
[Em]
[C#m]I'll d[C]ie maki[Bm]ng mu[Em]sic just to tell my story,
cater [Bm]to my followers, pay homage to those
before me, [Em]I bow to predecessors cause I know where I come from,
[Bm]I'm humble but I eat a
nigga whole if he wants some,
[Em]I'll never fall a victim to fads and trendy waves, ever [Bm]since
I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze,
[Am]I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker, [Dm]I
Feel it in my [D]soul,
I got that magic and you figure
I'm [Em]far from my prime and I
have yet to make my debut
When [Bm]I do these niggas better,
wear they safe suits
Cause touch [Em]that mic, no remorse,
and I will rape you
Be [Bm]cool, I take you under my wing,
just for the spring
Cause [Em]most only last for a season
Pretty smile, but when [Bm]I kick at you
It's where I was a heathen,
I got that fever
Un[Am]til I'm face up in my casket
I'll never lose,
and [D]several dudes bear witness
To the madness,
you [Em]faggots[C#m][C]
[Bm][Em][C#m][C]
[Bm]For the rest of my l[Em]ife,
I promise to spit savage
Way above [Bm]average, the microphone is
my second maverick
From [Em]the east coast, south to parish
Japan and
New
[Bm]Zealand, giving hip -hop a new feeling
With vin[Em]tage quality,
so appealing I'm
Marvin
Gate, [Bm]a rap, what I'm giving you
is lyrical healing
My [Am]box cutter make you look like relatives
of ceiling
If [Dm]you try to step to me, your flow, it is
you [D]stealing
[Em]Stiff -armored cats in my
lane like I'm
Peterson
Brett
[Bm]Favre, a lyrical game, cause I need to be
[Em]Ve getarian, with an appetite for blood
Call [Bm]me
Edward
Collins, cause I'm the thug,
ladies love vampires
[Em]Set it on fire, burn a bitch down,
take [Bm]a king's crown
Decapitate the weak, live now,
this is [Am]first down and gold
No control on the road, see the [D]lanes fold as the grim reaper takes soul
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[Em][Bm]
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[Em][Bm]
You
[Am][Dm]