This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Db B Db . Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip? Nah, nah [PRE CHORUS] Ebm Db I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank B I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' Ebm Db I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks" B I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Ebm Db B Db Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Could you really really save me? (Save me) Db B Could you really really save me? (Save) Db Could you really really save me? [VERSE ONE] Ebm Db Trench baby, I was on my last with my fifth baby B Rent, cable, couldn't pay with cards, it was disabled Ebm Db Gotta build a relationship with your kids whenеver a bitch hate you B Talk about you like you ain't shit, likе we ain't save you Ebm Db Every time I'm tryna go pay your bond whenever they reinstate you B I won't believe no rumors, that nigga snitch 'cause I ain't even see no paper Ebm Db Street niggas'll never get tapped on the back whenever they see us make it B Db My dawg be talkin' 'bout one of my dawgs, I'm like that shit is crazy Ebm Db You ain't got to be top notch everywhere, you could be trenches famous B These niggas be talkin' 'bout who they killed that shit be entertainment Ebm Db Sit back, laugh, and talkin' 'bout how we came from the basement B And I don't be carin' 'bout the next nigga, shit, the trenches made me [PRE CHORUS] Ebm Db I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank B I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' Ebm Db I put a city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks" B I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Ebm Db Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Could you really really save me? (Save me) Db B Could you really really save me? (Save) Db Could you really really save me? [VERSE TWO] Ebm Db I gave you a thousand dollars on brother times a lot of times B They ask me what I want in return, I told 'em a lot of slidin' Ebm Db I was down on my back, I ain't wanna ask, that's just a part of pride B I never let go, never ever, I lock down Ebm Db Who gon' ride when you at your lowest? From the guys, I don't feel no harm B Head down, I pray with my palms and I cry when I play with my son Ebm Db When it's time, you better not run, man down on St Lawrence B They dyin', they backdoorin', they tryin' and they know it Ebm Db From the streets, you go through courses, gun down with no remorses B Real love, ain't gon' force it, real love can be torture Ebm Db Eight bars of endorsement, not a gang, this shit corporate B Fuck with the feelings, act like a lawyer B I'm The Voice, I don't hear voices [PRE CHORUS] Ebm Db I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank B I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac' Ebm Db I put a city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks" B I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes Ebm Db Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks [CHORUS] Ebm Could you really really save me? (Save me) Db B Could you really really save me? (Save) Db Could you really really save me?
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