This song is from the album Might Delete Later(2024), released on 05 April 2024. The vocals are by J. Cole, the music is produced by T-Minus, Conductor Williams, Al Hug , Elyas, and the lyrics are written by J. Cole.
This song is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: B Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Bm Yeah Bm Turn it up Bm Yeah, turn the vocal up Bm Uh www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm Light work like it's PWC Bm It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat Bm I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin' Bm You want some attention, it come with extensions Bm My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin' Bm Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension Bm I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman? Bm If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the clenchin' [VERSE ONE] Bm I came up in the 'Ville, so I'm good when it's tension Bm He still doin' shows, but fell off like the Simpsons Bm Your first shit was classic, your last shit was tragic Bm Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it Bm Your third shit was massive and that was your prime Bm I was trailin' right behind and I just now hit mine Bm Now I'm front of the line with a comfortable lead Bm How ironic, soon as I got it, now he want somethin' with me Bm Well, he caught me at the perfect time, jump up and see Bm Boy, I got here off of bars, not no controversy Bm Funny thing about it, bitch, I don't even want the prestige Bm Fuck the Grammys 'cause them crackers ain't never done nothin' for me, ho Bm Slugs took my nigga's soul, drugs took another one Bm The rap beef ain't realer than the shit I seen in Cumberland Bm He averagin' one hard verse like every thirty months or somethin' Bm If he wasn't dissin', then we wouldn't be discussin' him Bm Lord, don't make me have to smoke this nigga 'cause I fuck with him Bm But push come to shove, on this mic, I will humble him Bm I'm Nino with this thing, this that New Jack City meme Bm Yeah, I'm aimin' at G Money, cryin' tears before I bust at him www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm Light work like it's PWC Bm It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat Bm I got a phone call, they say that somebody dissin' Bm You want some attention, it come with extensions Bm My dog like, "Say the word," he on bullshit, he itchin' Bm Done put in so much work in these streets, he got pension Bm I told him chill out, how I look havin' henchman? Bm If shots get to poppin', I'm the one doin' the— (Conductor, conductor, conductor) [VERSE TWO] Bm I got mixed feelings 'bout these fuckin' rap niggas Bm It's over for that cap, we official cap peelers Bm Two six, we don't at niggas, we get at niggas Bm Shoot a nigga lights out, yeah, my dogs stat fillers Bm Stat stuffers, triple double, get your ass black duffled Bm Body bag, body bag, body bag Bm Cole World your instructor for pilates class Bm Get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect, uh Bm Your arms might be too short to box with the god Bm Who live his life without the pressures of a constant facade Bm I pray for peace, but if a nigga cease these positive vibes Bm A Falcon inside my pocket, bitch, this rocket gon' fly Bm Now it's poppin' outside like the top of July Bm My text flooded with the hunger for a toxic reply Bm I'm hesitant, I love my brother, but I'm not gonna lie Bm I'm powered up for real, that shit would feel like swattin' a fly Bm Four albums in twelve years, nigga, I can divide Bm Shit, if this is what you want, I'm indulgin' in violence Bm Put pictures in my home, aim the chrome at your eyelids Bm Fly pebbles at your dome, we the Stone Temple Pilots Bm This is merely a warning shot to back niggas down Bm Back in the town where they whippin' work and traffickin' pounds Bm My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds Bm Switchin' sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown Bm I'm fully loaded, nigga, I can drop two classics right now [OUTRO] Bm Hah, let me chill out, man (Conductor) Bm The Fall Off on the way, nigga
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