This song is from the album From a Birds Eye View(2022), released on 14 January 2022. The vocals are by Cordae , Eminem, the music is produced by Nami, Kid Culture, Cardiak, Eminem , Cordae, and the lyrics are written by Kid Culture, Cardiak , Nami.
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 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
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 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Cordae , Eminem ,
Producer: Kid Culture, Cardiak , Nami,
Writer: Nami, Kid Culture, Cardiak, Eminem , Cordae,
Producer: Kid Culture, Cardiak , Nami,
Writer: Nami, Kid Culture, Cardiak, Eminem , Cordae,
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 86 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Fdim Ebm Fdim . [VERSE] Ebm Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em Fdim Ride with 'em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa Ebm Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em Fdim Ride with 'em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa Ebm I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what Fdim Check it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Ebm Nigga, I need, we could fight with 'em, ride Fdim Yeah, uh, yeah [VERSE] Ebm Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright Fdim Protect yo' energy from poison when the python strike Ebm My first mistake was doin' robberies on Niken bikes Fdim Watch my movеs and I'ma show you what a icon like Ebm Y'all let bygones bе bygones, right? Fdim Nigga, fuck yo' truce, bust yo' move Ebm And if that nigga touch your shoes Ebm You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga Fdim I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em Ebm Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs Fdim Nigga, fuck the early bird, nigga Ebm I'ma get this motherfuckin' chicken Ebm And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga Fdim We can fuckin' solve it, on my mama, nigga Ebm I just been itchin' to prove myself Fdim I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself Ebm Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself Fdim They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell But listen www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint Fdim And I can tell you shit that other niggas can't, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank Fdim And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands Fdim And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan Fdim I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga [VERSE] Ebm First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close Fdim Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe Ebm And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road Fdim A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin' Ebm Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren Fdim Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran Ebm Made a couple dollars from come ups, my niggas flexin' Fdim Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections Ebm Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school Fdim Give a fuck about your Shade Room when I had made room Ebm For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm' Had to bring the motherfuckin' swang on 'em Ebm And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em Fdim That Lam' truck got a full tank on 'em Ebm But, a nigga better not look at me wrong Fdim It's certain shit that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint Fdim And I can tell you shit that other niggas can't, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank Fdim And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands Fdim And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you Ebm I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan Fdim I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah) Ebm I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga [VERSE] Ebm I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I Fdim Can still remember just how bad I used to want ' mics' Ebm My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype Fdim It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life Ebm Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal Ebm Fdim So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi, spit on that bitch like Meek Mill Fdim My addiction got me weak willed Ebm I'm relapsing, I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills Fdim And Doctor D R E he still keeps on giving me refills Ebm Send 'em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately Fdim Women and men and little kids senior citizens till the Sig is empty Ebm Whipped Gen Z into a frenzy, but no give, is in me, I'm stingy Fdim And that is the motherfuckin' difference between them and me Ebm And that's the reason I'm, in my Louis Vuitton Fdim Gorier than Eva Long Ebm This rap shit, is somethin' that you'll never see me at, like senior prom Fdim What I mean's the bar's, higher than Cheech and Chong Ebm When you give them each a bong Fdim I call my Stan's a, fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon Ebm Fuckin' beats up on, like police batons Fdim Y'all are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms Ebm Fdim Still got that bullseye on my back, red dot on my head Fdim Ebm Yeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes that I've said Ebm Police squad on the task Fdim Got 'em hot on my trail, like my stepfather with the belt, Ebm I got S.W.A.T on my ass Fdim I was painfully shy, now I'm proud of myself Ebm Like Obama's kids, I came outta my shell (Michelle) Ebm And I can promise this Fdim On my mama, shit, no daughters, bitch Ebm That every single word'll be true so with out further adieu Fdim It's return of the ruthless more murderous Fdim than Mook is so what you're gonna do's think Ebm I'm allergic when I point this motherfuckin burner at 'chu Ebm I throw shade it'll be curtains for you Fdim Pray for the verse to get through, birth of a new Fdim Ebm Worser me who's determined to do Ebm Permanent damage with the words that I threw, bird's eye view I'm referred to as Zeus Fdim Circlin' you like I'm a vulture features are tournaments, I turn 'em into Ebm Turning me loose is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to use cursin' at you Fdim Made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth, Fdim jumped a hurdle or two word but I'm through Ebm With tellin' you about the food stamps and the government cheese Fdim And how we used to get school lunches for free Ebm Already told ya, 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and Rustler jeans Fdim When it was Mother, lil' brother and me Ebm I told you 'bout, being kicked out 20 degrees, no money to eat Fdim 'Bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, Ebm the Christmases Ma had gifts for us, when bro and me discovered that she Fdim Was wrappin' shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree Damn
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