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The Heart Part 4 chords

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[Intro]
B     Bbm      C#     Bbm

[Chorus]
 D#m            B
Don't tell a lie on me
                          Bbm
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
                     C#
Don't tell a lie on me
 D#m
I won't tell the truth 'bout you

B

[Verse 1]
 C#
30 millions later, my future favors the legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
                     B
My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
C#
Pie equals 3.14
                                  D#m
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
 C#
Wait up
 D#m
Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin'
         B
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
             C#
This seed in this soil is classified
                                  F
I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future
 Bbm                                         D#m
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
                               B
I done vandalized the industry for a circuit
                    Bbm
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know
                                           C#
Versus this scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
                       D#m
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture

The more blood pours, but...

[Chorus]
 B
Don't tell a lie on me
                       Bbm
I won't tell the truth 'bout you
     C#
Don't tell a lie on me

I won't tell the truth 'bout you

[Verse 2]
 C#                          B                   D#m
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit

I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
 B
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame
  G#m                       B                                 D#m
And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin'

Oh I was just plain' with you K-Dot, c'mon
                 B
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
                                    G
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
G
Might end up like the last nigga I know
 G                 
Oh you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
 G
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
                              C#
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
  A                        F
Yellin' 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I am the greatest rapper alive
 A
So damn great motherfucker I've died
 F                                      A
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
                   Dm
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga
          A
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga
                  F
I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach nigga
                           A
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
                             C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
                     Bbm                A
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere

I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
 F
Earth indigenous, ya body revert to stiffness
    A                  Dm
The whole world goin' mad, bodies is adding up
  F
Market's about to crash
 A
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
 F
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
 A
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk

Tell 'em that God comin'
 F                               A
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'

Electorial votes look like memorial votes
 F
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
 F
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
 F
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
 Dm
Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
 Dm
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
 A
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
   Dm
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
 A                                     F
30 millions later my future favors the legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
  A
Salmon and capers

Fame and law suits
 F
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits
                                    Dm
Me and Top Dog playing rock, papers, scissors in court
                            A
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more

I said it's like that
 F
Drop one classic, came right back

'Nother classic, right back
 A
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
 Dm
With TOC
 F
You see the flames and my e-y-es
  A                                               Dm
It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
          Bbm
It's sad, daddy
                A
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
                   Dm
Lee Baca, on trial tryin' portray a boxer
 Bbm                    A
Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em
              Dm
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
  F
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
  C                              F
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
                                Dm
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
                C#
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled
 Dm
They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel
                  A
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that)
 C#
Look at my smile, I'm smirking
               
Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck)
 A        C#                        Bbm
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
                A
So many verses, I never run out
   B
You making him nervous, the music is loud
                                            F
Whole Jay Z, hall of fame, sit your punk ass down
                       Dm
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping
        F                           Dm
So that means no more playing the backseats
                             E
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)

My name is identified as "that king"
  F
I let you worry about a list, I'm on some other shit
                                                   E
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
                          A
You know what time it is, anti up, this is in forever
                         C                     A
Y'all got till April the 7th to get ya'll shit together

[Outro]
F    Dm     F    Dm      F      A
F    Dm     F    Dm      F      A

            
            
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