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 J. Cole, DZL, WU10, Daoud , T-Minus, and the lyrics are written by J. Cole.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 78 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 78 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 78 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey Am Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy Am Watchin’ my step, tryna look just like me Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit— [VERSE] Am Uh Am Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions Am To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions Am Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, 'cause listen Am Where I’m from, the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention Am She say, "He hella smart, I would've swore hе went to Princeton" Am Not quite, but it's thе school of life that taught me death prevention Am That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin' Am No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with wrenches Am I think fast 'cause niggas that be tardy get detention Am Your soul lookin’ down over your body in suspension Am The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous Am Bitch, I came up ’round addiction, seen like forty interventions Am Your shit ain't addin’ up, know you a phoney, checked your image Am Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in your audience is bitches Am And white boys mostly, Am niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Am Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition Am The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen Am You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen Am Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a nigga bag Am But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad Am Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk Am Me to you’s a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop Am This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock Am More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot Am And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up Am I got bars forever, nigga, never will a call drop Am No hammer like a mall cop Am Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from Am January first until the ball drop [CHORUS] Am Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster Am He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster Am Then came back and gave back, that's gangster Am Same chick from way back, he's gangster www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey Am Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy Am Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try [VERSE] Am Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit Am Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich Am David Chapelle on his latest Netflix Am Go 'head, try to cancel my shit Am I'll still be on stage with my hand on my dick Am Seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits Am These are ridiculous times Am Lately, my biggest addiction been lookin' online Am Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this cryin' Am Niggas is dyin', victims of time Am Self inflicted, we sick in the mind Am What's with the gossip? Am If you really handled your business, Am then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines Am Breakin' news, I've officially entered my prime Am Which is real interesting, Am this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline Am Somehow I climbed Am Right when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind Am Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon Am Only listen to Minister Farrakhan Am Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifyin' Am I'm a star like the shit on the sheriff sign Am If time was really money, Am I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time Am All praises due to my God Am Dark days is too far behind Am I part ways with the struggle, Am my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid Am All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep Am And due to the focus, Am I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week Am And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, Am can tell by your heart, you weak Am One thing 'bout this money, Am it's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep [PRE-CHORUS] Am Yeah, he climbed out the great Ville, that's gangster Am He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster Am Then came back and gave back, that's gangster Am Same chick from way back, he's gangster [CHORUS] Am Reach my dog for his shit, get dicey Am Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy Am Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try, but this shit get pricey Am Nigga, you can try [VERSE] Am The trials and tribulations of creation Am It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation Am One minute, infatuation Am Next minute, hatin' every statement you makin' Am Constant contemplation Am Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every nook and cranny for inspiration Am Step outside for better ventilation Am Smoke somethin', hope somethin' comes from the stimulation Am Through it all, stay patient Am Get in tune with God Am For when lightnin' strikes, it's He who decides Am We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized Am Small fries get suicide for movin' pies Am All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties Am The truth, it lies somewhere in the middle Am Of half ass rappers and cap ass crackers on Capital Hill Am Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled Am When sharin' with this world with art can get killed Am Use your discretion Am To believe or not to believe? That is the question Am Might Delete Later
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