This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: BoogzDaBeast, Jahlil Beats, FnZ, SethInTheKitchen, Kanye West , Rico Beats,
Writer: Zac, Finatik, Jahlil Beats, SethInTheKitchen, BoogzDaBeast, Steven Victor, Pusha T, Kanye West , Pop Smoke,
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 70 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm Trippin' Gm Wildin' on television Gm You could Gm Still see a nigga tell the vision Gm Pimpin' (Pimpin') Gm Boy, these boys, pimpin' Gm Different Gm These boys, boys Gm Pop was here last week Gm He was talkin' about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at Gm How they were really like, thrivin' like right now Gm He was, you know, he was tryna, pull people up with him Gm He wasn't even into where he was about to be Gm He just was trying to; he was trying to get there Gm He was on his, he was well on his way Gm Um, it's just tragic, twenty years old, rеst in peace Gm God bless Pop Smokе www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Nigga, we made it (Woo) Gm Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Look, momma, I made it (Grrt) [VERSE] Gm Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight Gm I used to eat fifty cent cake, now, it's Philippe's Gm It's Philippe's for the steak and hella thots up in the Wraith Gm I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face" Gm We killed your big brother; we killed your little brother Gm Now, it's Philippe's; it's Philippe's for the steak Gm And hella thots up in the Wraith Gm Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf Gm I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no Gm And I always keep a pole, rain, snow; I did a hundred on a pro Gm If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live Gm Glock , infrared, pull up, and empty the clip, woo Gm Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless Gm Please do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Nigga, we made it (Woo) Gm Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Look, momma, I made it (Grrt) Gm Nigga, we made it Gm Huh? Gm We come from the trenches, nigga Gm Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt) Gm You know what I'm sayin'? Gm Fifty cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak [VERSE] Gm Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now Gm But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds Gm Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around Gm The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown Gm I declare war, nickname 'He Sell Raw' Gm Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour Gm Push start, drop top, 812, two door Gm Baby Rover, Benz, coupe, bitch, you gotta choose yours Gm How can I not? Woo, how can I not? Gm When a brick is thirty six, bitch, how could I stop? Gm These Richard Milles are one of one, shit, how could I watch? Gm We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not [CHORUS] Gm Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Nigga, we made it (Woo) Gm Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah) Gm Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Gm Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
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