Shame On You

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Yeah
 Super
 Good
 Mmm
 Listen
 Summer in the wintertime
 Smoke back on this beat, act like it's dinnertime
 Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold my heat in case
 I have to throw that in the river after sinner time
 Uh, I'm good, I'm good, I swear, I'm good, I ain't losing no sleep
 I'm hood, I'm Wood, I'm where I wanna be, see no defeat
 I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that piss the vultures off
 The culture's in good hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync
 Uh, Justin Timberlake
 Seized planet, now good karma on my dinnerplate
 I played thе backup actor, actively soaked up that after my acumеn, ruder master flew to interspace
 Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose
 Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
 One time for niggas that paid those dues
 Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you
 Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you
 Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
 Seven figures, put my gang on too
 Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you
 Uh, shame on
 Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you can't put the blame on
 Nobody but who you see when you turn candleflame on
 And that window stain show reflection, please refrain from
 Projecting to protect you from accepting your name tarnished
 Bitch, you ain't farted
 Think you the shit, really this shit ain't for the faint hearted
 Think you've been hip, then take a two piece to your brain target
 Think you've been slick, the truth defines you reclining, you so lethargic
 Run that fade if you hate
 Uh, juice box, squeeze that Minute Maid, bust a grape
 Uh, rooftop, see, that chain is lame if it break
 Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed
 Put the Glock away and sock on they face, show your pain if you brave (Brave)
 Oops, I done did it again if you late
 Uh, roots run deeper than Hussein, who rang?
 I rock two chains, who bang?
 I block two lanes, Wu Tang
 Hop out and swing, true king, ask 'bout me
 Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose
 Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
 One time for niggas that paid those dues
 Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you
 Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you
 Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
 Seven figures, put my gang on too
 Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you
 Far more than the minimum
 Finish him
 Throw hands, swing back like a pendulum
 To knock that racket, no Wimbledon
 In a long-sleeved Pendleton
 Where the palm tree, palm leaves give me shade
 Even when the fray leading brigades defending the innocent
 Threw pops in the penitentiary, incidentally, all his sons grew up to be gentlemen
 With a knack for the penciling
 Could scrap with the best of them
 Put one straight through your chest for them
 Boy, you ain't got no business fucking with these family ties, on my life, it's about to be a— Wait (Hold up)
 Boy, we don't leave no witness, word to Guinness, every record that we wrecking toting pistols
 It's incidental
 Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose
 Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
 One time for niggas that paid those dues
 Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you
 Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you
 Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
 Seven figures, put my gang on too
 Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
7
Tempo
168 BPM

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