Kill Jay Z
- Jay-Z
Key: Em Em ·
Orig: Em ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Verse
Em F#m
K**l Jay Z, they'll never love you
Bm
You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, Jay Z
Em F#m Bm
F**k Jay Z, I mean, you shot your own brother
F#m
How can we know if we can trust Jay Z?
G
And you know better, nigga, I know you do
Bm
But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue
D
You had no father, you had the armor
F#m
But you got a daughter, gotta get softer
Bbm, Ab
Die Jay Z, this ain't back in the days
Bm A
You don't need an alibi, Jay Z
Bm A
Cry Jay Z, we know the pain is real
Bm A
But you can't heal what you never reveal
Bm A
What's up, Jay Z? You know you owe the truth
Bm A
To all the youth that fell in love with Jay Z
G#m A
You got people you love you sold drugs to
Bm Em
You got high on the life, that shit drugged you
G A
You walkin' around like you invincible
D
You dropped outta school, you lost your principles
D A
I know people backstab you, I felt bad too
D A
But this 'f**k everybody' attitude ain't natural
D A
But you ain't a saint, this ain't kumbaye
Em G
But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye
Em
You gave him 20 million without blinkin'
A
He gave you 20 minutes on stage, f**k was he thinkin'?
Bm A
"F**k wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin'
D A
But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane
Em G
Crazy how life works
Em
You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts
A
You stabbed Un over some records
Bm A
Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!"
Em
Let go your ego over your right shoulder
Bm C#
Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!"
D Em
You egged Solange on
A Em
Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong
A
You almost went Eric Bená©t
Bm C#
Let the baddest girl in the world get away
D C#
I don't even know what else to say
Nigga, never go Eric Bená©t!
Em F#
I don't even know what you woulda done
Bm
In the future other niggas playin' football with your son
F#m G#m
You woulda lost it
A
Thirteen bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston
Bm
Nah, Jay Z
Em
Bye, Jay Z











