POLO G – Epidemic Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 25 September 2020. The vocals are by Polo G . The music is produced by Karltin Bankz, LondnBlue, Dmac , Tahj Money, and the lyrics are written by Polo G, Dmac, Tahj Money, LondnBlue , Karltin Bankz.
It is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 88 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 88
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

  Ebm Gb Db B
 . 
 
 (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
          Ebm Gb Db B
 (Tahj Money)
 
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 [CHORUS]
   Ebm                 Gb
 I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
                                   Db
 In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed
                     B
 Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

                  Ebm
 He gon' let that  blow with ease
                               Gb
 Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
 Gb
 I know she might cry if I leave
 Db
 I been fooled by liars and thieves
                  B
 Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
 
 [VERSE ONE]
                     Ebm
 Once you give my pussy up, it's over with
                                    Gb
 Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
  Gb                     Db
 I'm in my bag now, I act like I don't know the bitch
   Db                          B
 Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits
   B                       Ebm
 Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
  Ebm                       Gb
 You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick
 Gb                                  Db
 They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
 Db                                   B
 I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick

                            Ebm
 My whole squad scorin', bitch, we don't do no assists
                                          Gb
 Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
                              Db
 Might catch him at the red light tryna load his blick
                                B
 Every day a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
                                 Ebm                         
 From the Windy City where you bound to see the coldest shit

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 [CHORUS]
   Ebm                 Gb
 I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
                                   Db
 In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed
                     B
 Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

                  Ebm
 He gon' let that  blow with ease
                               Gb
 Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
 Gb
 I know she might cry if I leave
 Db
 I been fooled by liars and thieves
                  B
 Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
 
 [VERSE TWO]
                      Ebm
 Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me
                Gb
 Promise to my son that the streets won't get no more of me
                  Db
 Remember every line from that obituary poetry
                     B
 See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me

                 Ebm
 Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
                  Gb
 Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me
              Db
 See him in person and that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
                   B
 Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in a van

                 Ebm
 You know it's fuck the other side 'cause my niggas gone
                Gb
 Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along
           Db
 If we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
              B
 Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone

              Ebm
 Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
              Gb
 Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone
              Db
 And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
           B
 I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song

 [CHORUS]
   Ebm                 Gb
 I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
                                   Db
 In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed
                     B
 Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

                  Ebm
 He gon' let that  blow with ease
                               Gb
 Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
 Gb
 I know she might cry if I leave
 Db
 I been fooled by liars and thieves
                  B
 Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

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