Gm7                 Dm7 
Show me that I'm done 
                                  Gm7 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
                   Dm7 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
                              Gm7 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
                  Dm7 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
                     Gm7 
Why am I remaining here? 

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
Dm7 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling 


Gm7 
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch 
Dm7 
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong 
Gm7 
I done got big, they record my life through a drone 
Dm7 
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone 
Gm7 
She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?" 
Dm7 
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong 
Gm7 
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone 
Dm7 
Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go 
Gm7 
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him 
Dm7 
You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it 
Gm7 
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it 
Dm7 
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh 
Gm7 
If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew 
Dm7 
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy 
             Gm7 
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it 
                  Dm7 
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body 
                          Gm7 
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body 
                   Dm7 
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy 
                            Gm7 
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body 
                      Dm7 
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby 
                          Gm7 
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it 
                          Dm7 
Now my cars and clothes exotic 
                                                         Dm7           Gm7 
I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti 

I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me 
                                          Gm7 
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah 



Gm7                 Dm7 
Show me that I'm done 
                                  Gm7 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
                   Dm7 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
                              Gm7 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
                  Dm7 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
                     Gm7 
Why am I remaining here? 

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
Dm7 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling 


  Gm7 
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce 
  Dm7 
TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus 
   Gm7 
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see 
 Dm7 
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree 
  Gm7 
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars 
          Dm7 
Couple millions to my mama and my pa 
         Gm7 
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard 
          Dm7 
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar 
 Gm7 
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am 
          Dm7 
We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam 
        Gm7 
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps 
         Dm7 
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps 
       Gm7 
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am" 
         Dm7 
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam 
           Gm7 
I got the sheets wet 
                                                       Dm7 
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X 

Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah 
 Gm7 
It was dark, then I came to the light 
 Dm7 
I was poor, now my doors suicide 
 Gm7 
I don't know how to make it right, right 
 Dm7 
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light 
 Gm7 
I don't care about you leavin' me 
   Dm7 
I got no time to try to make it right 
 Gm7 
I just hope you find another life 
   Dm7 
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah) 


Chorus 
Gm7                 Dm7 
Show me that I'm done 
                                  Gm7 
I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah 
                   Dm7 
Ain't no more reminiscin' 
                              Gm7 
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition 
                  Dm7 
Tell me why I'm livin' 
                     Gm7 
Why am I remaining here? 

I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen 
Dm7 
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling