7 Days a Week Chords by Nipsey Hussle
Tempo:
152.1 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
G
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [Bm] Yeah,
[Em] me and my nigga Red Paul [Bm]
[Em] was on the way to the studio
[Bm] And
[Em] Cubs had that Wiz and Currency mixtape and the tape that the city [Bm] changed
And I [Em] heard this beat, I'm like, what the fuck?
Yeah, you know, I only thought [Bm] it's right for my 58,000 [Em] league
Here we go, look, I'm seven days away, seven [Bm] days from freeze
But I got tired of [Em] fucking hoes that watch smoke and count my cheese
[Bm] Watching [Em] God, private leather, couch is [Bm] flat, screens, I say I'm on this [Em] marathon
She ask me what does that mean?
Ain't no puffing pass, please, roll your own, I [Bm] do the same
Girl, get on that [Em] Marlon Brando and stop trying to pick my brain
Your boyfriend is a lame, that's why you not used [Bm] to this game
And if you [Em] looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane
X-Nate, my landing gear, cuz I don't [Bm] need no runway
My final [Em] destination is the clouds, it's a one [Bm]-way fucking [Em] brick and street
Ain't no stranger [Bm] to this gunplay, but now I [Em] eat these beats and I'll never take a lunch break
Back to back, the swishers, sweet, never [Bm] grown no sober shit
Post [Em]-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping [Bm] with
So I [C] smoke the best, impossible [Bm] not to notice this
30 [Em],000 feet up across the Atlantic Ocean, where the pack of swishers in the box
I ain't [Bm] even open yet, I'm trying to [Em] live my life so when it's over, I got no regrets
Multiply what [Bm] you approach it with, want to [Em] roll a dime for the first time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity, believe and [Bm] take control of it
Then get [Em] on your marathon and run it till it's over [Bm] with
[Em] Napervale, O.J., my cup [Bm] runneth over with, my trunk is [Em] in my roof
Hey, you know who you rolling with?
Hustle, [Bm] hustle
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em]
I know [G] a place we [Em] can go
[D] Where you can [Em] be yourself and you ain't gotta [Bm] worry
And we ain't [Em] gotta rush cause we not in no hurry
You can't be [G] afraid to [Em] let go
You [Bm] gotta let go [Em] of yourself, but you ain't [Bm] gotta worry
Cause this gon' [Em] take some time, but we not in no [Bm] hurry
[Em] [Bm] 58
[Em] ,000
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm] This [Em] marathon continues
[Em] me and my nigga Red Paul [Bm]
[Em] was on the way to the studio
[Bm] And
[Em] Cubs had that Wiz and Currency mixtape and the tape that the city [Bm] changed
And I [Em] heard this beat, I'm like, what the fuck?
Yeah, you know, I only thought [Bm] it's right for my 58,000 [Em] league
Here we go, look, I'm seven days away, seven [Bm] days from freeze
But I got tired of [Em] fucking hoes that watch smoke and count my cheese
[Bm] Watching [Em] God, private leather, couch is [Bm] flat, screens, I say I'm on this [Em] marathon
She ask me what does that mean?
Ain't no puffing pass, please, roll your own, I [Bm] do the same
Girl, get on that [Em] Marlon Brando and stop trying to pick my brain
Your boyfriend is a lame, that's why you not used [Bm] to this game
And if you [Em] looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane
X-Nate, my landing gear, cuz I don't [Bm] need no runway
My final [Em] destination is the clouds, it's a one [Bm]-way fucking [Em] brick and street
Ain't no stranger [Bm] to this gunplay, but now I [Em] eat these beats and I'll never take a lunch break
Back to back, the swishers, sweet, never [Bm] grown no sober shit
Post [Em]-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping [Bm] with
So I [C] smoke the best, impossible [Bm] not to notice this
30 [Em],000 feet up across the Atlantic Ocean, where the pack of swishers in the box
I ain't [Bm] even open yet, I'm trying to [Em] live my life so when it's over, I got no regrets
Multiply what [Bm] you approach it with, want to [Em] roll a dime for the first time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity, believe and [Bm] take control of it
Then get [Em] on your marathon and run it till it's over [Bm] with
[Em] Napervale, O.J., my cup [Bm] runneth over with, my trunk is [Em] in my roof
Hey, you know who you rolling with?
Hustle, [Bm] hustle
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em]
I know [G] a place we [Em] can go
[D] Where you can [Em] be yourself and you ain't gotta [Bm] worry
And we ain't [Em] gotta rush cause we not in no hurry
You can't be [G] afraid to [Em] let go
You [Bm] gotta let go [Em] of yourself, but you ain't [Bm] gotta worry
Cause this gon' [Em] take some time, but we not in no [Bm] hurry
[Em] [Bm] 58
[Em] ,000
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm] This [Em] marathon continues
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[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Yeah, _
[Em] me and my nigga Red Paul [Bm] _
[Em] was on the way to the studio
[Bm] _ And _
[Em] _ Cubs had that Wiz and Currency mixtape and the tape that the city [Bm] changed
And I [Em] heard this beat, I'm like, what the fuck? _
Yeah, you know, I only thought [Bm] it's right for my 58,000 [Em] league
_ Here we go, look, I'm seven days away, seven [Bm] days from freeze
But I got tired of [Em] fucking hoes that watch smoke and count my cheese
[Bm] Watching [Em] God, private leather, couch is [Bm] flat, screens, I say I'm on this [Em] marathon
She ask me what does that mean?
Ain't no puffing pass, please, roll your own, I [Bm] do the same
Girl, get on that [Em] Marlon Brando and stop trying to pick my brain
Your boyfriend is a lame, that's why you not used [Bm] to this game
And if you [Em] looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane
X-Nate, my landing gear, cuz I don't [Bm] need no runway
My final [Em] destination is the clouds, it's a one [Bm]-way fucking [Em] brick and street
Ain't no stranger [Bm] to this gunplay, but now I [Em] eat these beats and I'll never take a lunch break
Back to back, the swishers, sweet, never [Bm] grown no sober shit
Post [Em]-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping [Bm] with
So I [C] smoke the best, impossible [Bm] not to notice this
30 [Em],000 feet up across the Atlantic Ocean, where the pack of swishers in the box
I ain't [Bm] even open yet, I'm trying to [Em] live my life so when it's over, I got no regrets _
_ _ Multiply what [Bm] you approach it with, want to [Em] roll a dime for the first time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity, believe and [Bm] take control of it
Then get [Em] on your marathon and run it till it's over [Bm] with
[Em] Napervale, O.J., my cup [Bm] runneth over with, my trunk is [Em] in my roof
Hey, you know who you rolling with?
Hustle, _ _ _ [Bm] _ hustle _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I know [G] a place we [Em] can go
_ _ [D] Where you can [Em] be yourself and you ain't gotta [Bm] worry
And we ain't [Em] gotta rush cause we not in no hurry
You can't be [G] afraid to [Em] let go
You [Bm] gotta let go [Em] of yourself, but you ain't [Bm] gotta worry
Cause this gon' [Em] take some time, but we not in no [Bm] hurry _
[Em] _ _ _ [Bm] 58 _ _ _
[Em] _ _ ,000
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ This [Em] marathon continues _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] me and my nigga Red Paul [Bm] _
[Em] was on the way to the studio
[Bm] _ And _
[Em] _ Cubs had that Wiz and Currency mixtape and the tape that the city [Bm] changed
And I [Em] heard this beat, I'm like, what the fuck? _
Yeah, you know, I only thought [Bm] it's right for my 58,000 [Em] league
_ Here we go, look, I'm seven days away, seven [Bm] days from freeze
But I got tired of [Em] fucking hoes that watch smoke and count my cheese
[Bm] Watching [Em] God, private leather, couch is [Bm] flat, screens, I say I'm on this [Em] marathon
She ask me what does that mean?
Ain't no puffing pass, please, roll your own, I [Bm] do the same
Girl, get on that [Em] Marlon Brando and stop trying to pick my brain
Your boyfriend is a lame, that's why you not used [Bm] to this game
And if you [Em] looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane
X-Nate, my landing gear, cuz I don't [Bm] need no runway
My final [Em] destination is the clouds, it's a one [Bm]-way fucking [Em] brick and street
Ain't no stranger [Bm] to this gunplay, but now I [Em] eat these beats and I'll never take a lunch break
Back to back, the swishers, sweet, never [Bm] grown no sober shit
Post [Em]-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping [Bm] with
So I [C] smoke the best, impossible [Bm] not to notice this
30 [Em],000 feet up across the Atlantic Ocean, where the pack of swishers in the box
I ain't [Bm] even open yet, I'm trying to [Em] live my life so when it's over, I got no regrets _
_ _ Multiply what [Bm] you approach it with, want to [Em] roll a dime for the first time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity, believe and [Bm] take control of it
Then get [Em] on your marathon and run it till it's over [Bm] with
[Em] Napervale, O.J., my cup [Bm] runneth over with, my trunk is [Em] in my roof
Hey, you know who you rolling with?
Hustle, _ _ _ [Bm] _ hustle _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I know [G] a place we [Em] can go
_ _ [D] Where you can [Em] be yourself and you ain't gotta [Bm] worry
And we ain't [Em] gotta rush cause we not in no hurry
You can't be [G] afraid to [Em] let go
You [Bm] gotta let go [Em] of yourself, but you ain't [Bm] gotta worry
Cause this gon' [Em] take some time, but we not in no [Bm] hurry _
[Em] _ _ _ [Bm] 58 _ _ _
[Em] _ _ ,000
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ This [Em] marathon continues _ _ _ _ _ _
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