KEVIN GATES – Weeks Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 29 October 2020. The vocals are by Kevin Gates . The music is produced by Boi-1da , Vinylz, and the lyrics are written by Boi-1da, Kevin Gates, Vinylz , Eskeerdo.
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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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 [INTRO]

  Ebm B Ebm B 
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 [CHORUS]
  Ebm                       B
 I ain't took my chains off in weeks
  Ebm                        B
 If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
            Ebm               B
 And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
 Ebm                   B
 Way too big to be discreet anyway

        Ebm                    B
 Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
          Ebm                 B
 Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
        Ebm                      B
 Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
  Ebm                             B
 Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
              Ebm                    B
 He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Hahahaha)
            Ebm                          B
 He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark
       Ebm                        B
 Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
        Ebm                             B
 Sidestepping 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)

          Ebm                  B
 Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
      Ebm                         B
 Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (Ugh)
    Ebm                   B
 Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success
  Ebm                         B
 Run you up check, you gon' die for your respect

    Ebm                         B
 Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
         Ebm                              B
 Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
   Ebm                           B
 Artificial dealers, all my visions then got clearer
       Ebm                           B
 I cross one in the mirror, I'm gon' feel it in my spirit (Ooh)
 
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 [CHORUS]
  Ebm                      B
 I ain't took my chains off in weeks
 Ebm                       B
 If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
            Ebm               B
 And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
  Ebm
 Way too big to be discreet anyway

         Ebm                    B
 Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
          Ebm                 B
 Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
        Ebm                      B
 Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
  Ebm                             B
 Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)
 
 
 [POST-CHORUS]
    Ebm                     B
 G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag
   Ebm
 C-note, C-note
         B
 Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
 
 [VERSE TWO]
  Ebm                       B                                Ebm
 Ooh only ones that ride beside me are the ones willin' to die though
                       B                   Ebm
 Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
     B
 Right there

             Ebm
 Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
             B
 And then exchange when the shots fired
     Ebm                          B
 Reportin' live with the Glock . by the Southside (Well, what up? Well)

      Ebm                           B
 Recordin' live, bitch I'm in the studio right now (Money 'bout)
      Ebm                    B
 In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now (Pull up on me right now)
      Ebm  B
 We outside, yeah, ayy
   Ebm
 Hol' up, pour up (You dig?)
             B
 I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg

 Ebm                     B
 This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off (Chain off)
 Ebm                  B
 Never talkin', I give that, already take your brain off (Brain off)
     Ebm                    B
 Quarter milli' glist', then I wiped it on my wrist
            Ebm                     B
 He be shootin' shots at Brasi but his posture not like this, bitch
 
 [CHORUS]
  Ebm                      B
 I ain't took my chains off in weeks
 Ebm                       B
 If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
            Ebm               B
 And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
  Ebm
 Way too big to be discreet anyway

         Ebm                    B
 Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
          Ebm                 B
 Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
        Ebm                      B
 Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
  Ebm                             B
 Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)

 [POST-CHORUS]

 G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

 C-note, C-note

 Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

 G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

 C-note, C-note

 Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

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