KENDRICK LAMAR feat KODAK BLACK – Silent Hill Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers(2022), released on 13 May 2022. The vocals are by Kendrick Lamar , Kodak Black, the music is produced by Baby Keem, Boi-1da,, and the lyrics are written by Beach Noise, Jahaan Sweet, Boi-1da , Sounwave.
This song is originally in the key of C# 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.

 
Original Key: C# 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]

   F#m7 C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 
 . 
 
 Hey, oh, yo

 Why oh, why oh, why oh, why you keep fuckin' with me?

 You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me
 
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 [CHORUS] 
   F#m7                               C#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
    C#m7
 Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7                             F#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
   F#m7 
 Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
  F#m7                                 C#m7
 I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7 
 Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (Yeah)

 [VERSE] 
    F#m7                  C#m7 
 Aha, I be immune to shit (Aha)
  C#m7 
 Tucking the broom and shit (Aha)
 C#m7 
 They want to assume and shit (Aha)
   F#m7
 Know you a choke, my ancestor close
  F#m7
 I howl at the moon and shit (Aha)
  C#m7 
 Know the rеsults, the ballot is in, man, I'm 'bout to boom again (Aha)

 F#m7
 You funny, dawg
  C#m7
 Peek a boo, can't hide behind your monеy, dawg
    F#m7
 A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
  C#m7 
 Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah

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 [CHORUS] 
   F#m7                               C#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
    C#m7
 Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7                             F#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
   F#m7 
 Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
  F#m7                                 C#m7
 I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7 
 Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (Yeah)


 [POST-CHORUS]
  F#m7               C#m7 
 Head up, chest out
  C#m7
 Silence, I'm stressed out
  F#m7 
 Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
 C#m7
 Stressed out, stressed out, stressed—

 [BRIDGE] 
           F#m7 
 Pick my daughter up, she need all the love
                 C#m7
 I need all the love, I mean all of us
           F#m7
 It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much
  F#m7               C#m7 
 You makin' it awkward, love
  C#m7 
 I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's—

 [VERSE] 
  F#m7
 They don't fuck with me even if they could
   F#m7                                      C#m7 
 Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood
 C#m7 
 First to park Rolls Royce, 'vert in the hood
 C#m7                                 F#m7 
 Don't worry about us, over here we good
  F#m7
 The AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go, I need pharmaceuticals
 C#m7
 I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle

 F#m7 
 Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
  C#m7 
 Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop
    F#m7
 Money on my mind, money on your head
  F#m7 
 Can't ride three times while you comin' through the 'jects
 C#m7
 Red Cross kept a nigga fed
 C#m7 
 In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds

 F#m7 
 Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance
 C#m7
 Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in the Benz
 F#m7
 I caught a bale off a Google app
                          C#m7 
 I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
  C#m7 
 I had to survive off a tuna pack

  F#m7
 Five percent tint on the whip like, "Who was that?"
  F#m7 
 Coupe take off like it's mad
   C#m7
 Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab
   F#m7
 Every Thursday, girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder
  C#m7 
 Every Sunday's son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't had no father

  F#m7
 Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop, 
 F#m7
 just a sawed off shotgun, Mossberg
  C#m7
 We stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
  F#m7
 Audemars water, aqua, beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em
  C#m7
 I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but fuck it, I still might rob 'em

 [CHORUS] 

 Yo
   F#m7                               C#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
    C#m7
 Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7                             F#m7
 Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
   F#m7 
 Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
  F#m7                                 C#m7
 I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
   C#m7 
 Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (Yeah)

 [POST-CHORUS]
  F#m7               C#m7 
 Head up, chest out
  C#m7
 Silence, I'm stressed out
  F#m7 
 Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
 C#m7
 Stressed out, stressed out, stressed—

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