Rockstar

[Intro]
G#m B
F# E G#m B       F# E
          I pull up like
G#m    B
   How you pull up,
                   F# E
Baby? How you pull up?
             G#m B       F#
How you pull up?  I pull up
E
SethIn The Kitchen
Let's go

[Chorus]
G#m B
     Brand new Lamborghini,
       F#
fuck a cop car
E                                    G#m
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop Yeah,
yeah
B                              F#       E
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch,
       G#m  B
this a Glock
                                     F#
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
E                                G#m
You better let me go the day you need me
B
Soon as you up me on that nigga,
       F#     E
get to bustin'
                                  G#m
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 1]
             B
It's safe to say I earned it,
                      F#
ain't a nigga gave me nothin'
    E
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga,
       G#m
get to bustin'
                  B
Know you heard me say, "You play,
                                 F#
you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain,
E                                 G#m
dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin'
                   B
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred,
F#
ain't goin' for nothin'
    E
I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas,
              G#m
I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama,
    B
she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my
F#
brother
I'm really the baby,
    E
she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get
    G#m
the money
Okay, let's go
    B
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the
F#
loot
                        E
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga,
                     G#m
I'ma pull it out and shoot
PTSD,
B                                                  F#
I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G,
E
she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of
G#m
two
                 B
And I'll kill another nigga too
F#                                        E
'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you
G#m
   Long as you know that,
B
don't let nobody tell you different
      F#      E
Daddy love you
Let's go

[Chorus]
G#m B
     Brand new Lamborghini,
       F#
fuck a cop car
E                                    G#m
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop Yeah,
yeah
B                              F#       E
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch,
       G#m  B
this a Glock
                                     F#
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
E                                G#m
You better let me go the day you need me
B
Soon as you up me on that nigga,
       F#     E
get to bustin'
                                  G#m
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 2]
B                                  F#    E
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
                                     G#m
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'
  B
I got the mop,
                         F#
watch me wash 'em like detergent
    E
And I'm ballin',
                               G#m                       B
that's why it's diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps' side
                               F#
and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
                 E
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah,
G#m
yeah
                   B
We spin his block, got the rebound,
Dennis Rodman
F#
Fool me one time,
E
you can't cross me again
       G#m
Twelve hundred horsepower,
B
I get lost in the wind
      F#
If he talkin' on the yard,
    E
the pen' dogs'll take his chin
   G#m    B
Maybach SUV for my refugees
    F#
Buy blocks in the hood,
E
 put money in the streets
      G#m                B
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
       F#
Had it on me, thirty thousand,
E
thought it was my last day
         G#m               B
But they ain't even want no smoke
            F#
If I had to choose it,
       E
murder what she wrote
        G#m B
Let's go

[Chorus]
                              F#
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
E                                    G#m
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop Yeah,
yeah
B                              F#       E
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch,
       G#m  B
this a Glock
                                     F#
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
E                                G#m
You better let me go the day you need me
B
Soon as you up me on that nigga,
       F#     E
get to bustin'
                                  G#m B
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Outro]
F# E G#m B F# E