This song is from the album The Off-Season(2021), released on 14 May 2021. The vocals are by J. Cole, the music is produced by J. Cole, and the lyrics are written by Maneesh, Colemxn , Boi-1da.
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Dm Killa, it's The Off Season Dm Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man Dm And don't check your watch, you know the time Dm Cole World, Killa Cam', niggas is fuckin' finished (Yeah) [VERSE] Dm This shit too easy for me now Dm Nigga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around Dm What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Dm Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty song album do a measly hundred thou' Dm If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down Dm If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound Dm I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Dm Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Dm Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Dm Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Dm Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down Dm So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud Dm I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death Dm No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref' Dm I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept Dm And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph Dm To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight Dm As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Dm Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Dm Off this clever rappin', bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten www.chordzone.org Dm They gon' forever fatten Dm See, we tried to tell niggas Dm They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English [VERSE] Dm Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal Dm I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the Dm The nigga that made them, peep the reaper Dm Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Dm Check your genitalia, pussy niggas bleedin' on yourself Dm Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health Dm All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth Dm All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Dm Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (Uh) Dm 'Cause they steady harassin' Dm We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion Dm My young niggas nutty, they blastin' Dm Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti O splashin' Dm All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Dm Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Dm Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now Dm (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" Dm My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way) Dm We sendin' 'em y'all way (Y'all way) www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] Dm That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Dm Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem) Dm I 95 shit, Carolina, , stand up, nigga Dm Put your hood up Dm Put your hood up Dm Put your hood up Dm Put your hood up Dm Put your clique up Dm Put your clique up Dm Put your clique up Dm Put your clique up Dm Represent your shit, motherfucker Dm Represent your shit, motherfucker Dm Represent your clique, motherfucker Dm Represent your clique, motherfucker Dm If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club Dm If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
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