Chords for Black Soprano Family 'It's Over' Ft. Heem, Rick Hyde, Benny The Butcher & DJ Drama [Official Video]

[G] It's over!
[F] _ [Em] _ _ [Dm]
Get the fuck out of here!
Bro, do you mind a punch in your [Am] nose?
Now it's [G] over!
_ [D] These are the real surprises.
[Dm] Cannon.
[Bm] Was taking penitentiary [D] chances, now they hit us with advances.
Got them niggas mad hatin', can't stand it.
[Am] Down bad, [G] I ain't panic.
[Dm] Now I'm [D] doing shits with Don Cannon.
But I'm the [Dm] same nigga used to tow cannons.
Hit [Am] the coke with arm and hammer.
[Dm] Came so hard, [D] we need a hammer.
Played at crack house with cop scanners.
[Am] Known for [G] selling glass.
[Dm] Every [D] gram I cook so fast.
Caught a brick in the vision where glass.
[Am] Running from [G] my past.
[Dm] Henny [E] to the top of the [Dm] glass.
Won't stop till I'm top of my class.
Had [Am] a Glock [G] in the stash.
[F] Next [Em] to a box full of [Dm] cash.
Hit a lick, use a stocking for a mask.
This [Am] real shit.
Rumors [F] spread [E] from the ones I used to [Dm] chill with.
Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it [Am] real with.
We was [Dm] riding [D] four deep, trying to kill shit.
Blow a nigga brains out and don't [Am] feel shit.
It's over!
[F] [Em] 2015 was [Dm] the year.
No regrets, no fears.
We was running through [Am] the dope.
_ [Dm] I [Em] turned 80 in a [Dm] ho.
Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain't wavy as [Am] the goat.
_ [Dm] Now the [Em] label pay me for my [Dm] quotes.
Plus I'm flying in with elbows like I'm jumping off the [Am] ropes.
[G] Hardest money, I'm a [F] gross.
[Em] I can feel it getting [Dm] close.
You can call me Raekwon, cause I'm coming with the [Am] goats.
[G] They was calling me [Dm] a legend [Em] before a nigga even [Dm] spoke.
They'll be calling for the reverend if I hit you with this [Am] totes.
[G] I say [F] the word [Em] and the apes all [Dm] come out.
Now it's shells everywhere like a baseball [Am] dugout.
It was grams [F] everywhere [Em] till the apes all [Dm] run out.
_ I prophesied my [Am] profit [G] rise.
I can't [Dm] concern [Em] myself with y'all like it's [Dm]
ostracized.
Every two or three thousand gave me the [Am] cautious [G] vibes.
_ [F] [Em] But I've been backed [Dm] up.
Soon as the ink dried I was ten racks [Am] up.
I'ma make another [D] 60 on them nymphs stack up.
Black Soprano for the win, nigga [Am] fin.
Better save more than you [D] spend.
Stack up and do it again.
Nah, you was only good for a season like Jeremy [Am] Lin.
Both [G] hands wasn't [F] enough.
The [Em] countenance needed a [Dm] twin.
Decorated the garage with horses like Ralph [Am] Lauren.
My [G] trainer thought, [Dm] still [Em] stalking all the cocaine [D] I bought.
I don't get into all of that famous talk.
[Am] Disposable cash, we [Dm] unapproachable.
[D] _ Sociopaths are running with us.
Supposed to go bad, but I [Am] evolve.
Now [G] look at me.
I'm a [Dm] boss.
Gotta book me with all my dogs.
Chose the streets cause she the one took me with all my [Am] flaws.
Why [G] listen to fools [F] talking in [Em] kitchens?
I'm [Dm] moonwalking. Fans hate.
It's red paint on all of her shoe [Am] arches.
[G] Every house on my [Dm] block was [Em] hot till I moved [Dm] off it.
Like Drew Brees, I took the lead with a few [Am] tosses.
New [G] charges.
It ain't [Dm] over though, [Em] it's just beginning.
[Dm] I'm Curt Schilling, looking from the dugout,
going for [Am] extra [G] innings.
I turn my [F] hobby to [Em] a separate business.
[Dm] Sick of those detective visits.
Popping up at shows just to [Am] question niggas.
[G] Who knew the game ain't have an exit in it?
[D] I took a [Dm] fork whip there once.
When it stiffened up, I [Am] left it [G] in it.
Let's talk [F] bags.
I [Em] got in mind a date.
[Dm] I wrote this verse in the shirt I had on when I [Am] signed the [G] check.
It's over.
[D] _ _ _ _
These are the real Sopranos.
[Am] And like [G] that,
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