skip to content

J. COLE – Pricey Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Sheet Music & Tabs

#
A+
A-

SPONSOR AD
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.
Vocals: J. Cole,
Producer: J. Cole, DZL, WU10, Daoud , T-Minus,
Writer: J. Cole,

 
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

Recommended for you:


POPULAR SONGS

RELATED SONGS