Chords for Friend Like Me
Tempo:
89.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
B
F
Bb
Gb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Ebm]
Never had a friend like me
Yeah, it's that big bad wolf
bout to [F] blow your fucking house down
[Ebm] With a quarter pound in my trunk on the southbound
You can smell me coming as I'm whipping in the brown town
Weed so loud that I'm smoking in some brown sound
Had them hooked since I shook that piff
No one handed me the keys so I took that shit
Will it carry a Milton doing some hood rat shit
On my hustling flow, I'm a whoop that prick
Got Henny in me, I'm rolling with plenty biddies
That hometown [B] pussy, I call it Connecticut [Ebm]-y
As animated as Jen and Stimpy, so clever and witty
You'll need a certain [F] level of intelligence to [Ebm] get me
Gimme, gimme, shh, everything [F] that you got
This thing in your [B] wallet, in that ring that you [Ebm] bought
There really ain't no coming at the [F] king for the spot
Except stepping in the ring with the rock
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
In it to the [B] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
Got a strong bloodline, I was born a leader
People bumping my [B] music from here to North Korea to Argentina
Fans be lining [Bb] up outside my concert like [Ebm] they're taking to my show
What's the court subpoena?
Yeah, I get it
Up all night like [B] EMT paramedics
No anesthetics, frenetic, energetic, we're [Ebm] alphabetic
I'm spreading the fucking vibe like a [F] pathogen epidemic
While I'm [Ebm] sipping my unleaded and puffing the devil's lettuce
I'm a menace in my whip, [B] end of convasion
Sipping whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
Feel my inner Simba awaken, the prince in the making
My idea of a vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
So I'm about to [F] tell them like, yeah, I run my [B] lane
Take a step or five [Gb] back, it's you, [Ebm] never get the rest
And just memorize that, cause at any second will be my snap
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
It's like I was made up in a lab or something
The way I hit them with these [Gbm] raps and the tracks you [Db] bumpin'
They say I [Eb] sound like a M&M's [Gb] rabbit, cousin, you still on drugs
Hit them on acid, buggin' them, passin'
Poppin' a loud pack [F] past my limit, I snap and kill it
My syllables are magic, flippin', take my enemies and [Db] grill them on a massive skillet
And as for critics, I cover them in [Ebm] gas and lit it
Bad bitches, and the crown on my head stay
Get on your [B] knees, bow down to your [Ebm] sensei
[F] It's like I'm fuckin' Christina Ricci, the way I put it down on a Wednesday
Duck y'all, Addams Family shit
Always [Ebm] on my hustle, nobody handing me shit
All I've got is intuition and a [F] plan to get rich
And when I do, the fuckin' planet'll flip
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me
No matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like
Never had a friend like me
Yeah, it's that big bad wolf
bout to [F] blow your fucking house down
[Ebm] With a quarter pound in my trunk on the southbound
You can smell me coming as I'm whipping in the brown town
Weed so loud that I'm smoking in some brown sound
Had them hooked since I shook that piff
No one handed me the keys so I took that shit
Will it carry a Milton doing some hood rat shit
On my hustling flow, I'm a whoop that prick
Got Henny in me, I'm rolling with plenty biddies
That hometown [B] pussy, I call it Connecticut [Ebm]-y
As animated as Jen and Stimpy, so clever and witty
You'll need a certain [F] level of intelligence to [Ebm] get me
Gimme, gimme, shh, everything [F] that you got
This thing in your [B] wallet, in that ring that you [Ebm] bought
There really ain't no coming at the [F] king for the spot
Except stepping in the ring with the rock
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
In it to the [B] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
Got a strong bloodline, I was born a leader
People bumping my [B] music from here to North Korea to Argentina
Fans be lining [Bb] up outside my concert like [Ebm] they're taking to my show
What's the court subpoena?
Yeah, I get it
Up all night like [B] EMT paramedics
No anesthetics, frenetic, energetic, we're [Ebm] alphabetic
I'm spreading the fucking vibe like a [F] pathogen epidemic
While I'm [Ebm] sipping my unleaded and puffing the devil's lettuce
I'm a menace in my whip, [B] end of convasion
Sipping whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
Feel my inner Simba awaken, the prince in the making
My idea of a vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
So I'm about to [F] tell them like, yeah, I run my [B] lane
Take a step or five [Gb] back, it's you, [Ebm] never get the rest
And just memorize that, cause at any second will be my snap
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
It's like I was made up in a lab or something
The way I hit them with these [Gbm] raps and the tracks you [Db] bumpin'
They say I [Eb] sound like a M&M's [Gb] rabbit, cousin, you still on drugs
Hit them on acid, buggin' them, passin'
Poppin' a loud pack [F] past my limit, I snap and kill it
My syllables are magic, flippin', take my enemies and [Db] grill them on a massive skillet
And as for critics, I cover them in [Ebm] gas and lit it
Bad bitches, and the crown on my head stay
Get on your [B] knees, bow down to your [Ebm] sensei
[F] It's like I'm fuckin' Christina Ricci, the way I put it down on a Wednesday
Duck y'all, Addams Family shit
Always [Ebm] on my hustle, nobody handing me shit
All I've got is intuition and a [F] plan to get rich
And when I do, the fuckin' planet'll flip
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me
No matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like
Key:
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B
F
Bb
Gb
Ebm
B
F
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ Never had a friend like me
Yeah, it's that big bad wolf
bout to [F] blow your fucking house down
[Ebm] With a quarter pound in my trunk on the southbound
You can smell me coming as I'm whipping in the brown town
Weed so loud that I'm smoking in some brown sound
Had them hooked since I shook that piff
No one handed me the keys so I took that shit
Will it carry a Milton doing some hood rat shit
On my hustling flow, I'm a whoop that prick
Got Henny in me, I'm rolling with plenty biddies
That hometown [B] pussy, I call it Connecticut [Ebm]-y
As animated as Jen and Stimpy, so clever and witty
You'll need a certain [F] level of intelligence to [Ebm] get me
Gimme, gimme, shh, everything [F] that you got
This thing in your [B] wallet, in that ring that you [Ebm] bought
There really ain't no coming at the [F] king for the spot
Except stepping in the ring with the rock
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a _ friend like me
In it to the [B] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a _ friend like me
Got a strong bloodline, I was born a leader
People bumping my [B] music from here to North Korea to Argentina
Fans be lining [Bb] up outside my concert like [Ebm] they're taking to my show
What's the court subpoena?
Yeah, I get it
Up all night like [B] EMT paramedics
No anesthetics, frenetic, energetic, we're [Ebm] alphabetic
I'm spreading the fucking vibe like a [F] pathogen epidemic
While I'm [Ebm] sipping my unleaded and puffing the devil's lettuce
I'm a menace in my whip, [B] end of convasion
Sipping whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
Feel my inner Simba awaken, the prince in the making
My idea of a vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
So I'm about to [F] tell them like, yeah, I run my [B] lane
Take a step or five [Gb] back, it's you, [Ebm] never get the rest
And just memorize that, cause at any second will be my snap
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
It's like I was made up in a lab or something
The way I hit them with these [Gbm] raps and the tracks you [Db] bumpin'
They say I [Eb] sound like a M&M's [Gb] rabbit, cousin, you still on drugs
Hit them on acid, buggin' them, passin'
Poppin' a loud pack [F] past my limit, I snap and kill it
My syllables are magic, flippin', take my enemies and [Db] grill them on a massive skillet
And as for critics, I cover them in [Ebm] gas and lit it
Bad bitches, and the crown on my head stay
Get on your [B] knees, bow down to your [Ebm] sensei
_ [F] It's like I'm fuckin' Christina Ricci, the way I put it down on a Wednesday
Duck y'all, Addams Family shit
Always [Ebm] on my hustle, nobody handing me shit
All I've got is intuition and a [F] plan to get rich
And when I do, the fuckin' planet'll flip
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me
No matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like
_ _ _ Never had a friend like me
Yeah, it's that big bad wolf
bout to [F] blow your fucking house down
[Ebm] With a quarter pound in my trunk on the southbound
You can smell me coming as I'm whipping in the brown town
Weed so loud that I'm smoking in some brown sound
Had them hooked since I shook that piff
No one handed me the keys so I took that shit
Will it carry a Milton doing some hood rat shit
On my hustling flow, I'm a whoop that prick
Got Henny in me, I'm rolling with plenty biddies
That hometown [B] pussy, I call it Connecticut [Ebm]-y
As animated as Jen and Stimpy, so clever and witty
You'll need a certain [F] level of intelligence to [Ebm] get me
Gimme, gimme, shh, everything [F] that you got
This thing in your [B] wallet, in that ring that you [Ebm] bought
There really ain't no coming at the [F] king for the spot
Except stepping in the ring with the rock
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a _ friend like me
In it to the [B] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a _ friend like me
Got a strong bloodline, I was born a leader
People bumping my [B] music from here to North Korea to Argentina
Fans be lining [Bb] up outside my concert like [Ebm] they're taking to my show
What's the court subpoena?
Yeah, I get it
Up all night like [B] EMT paramedics
No anesthetics, frenetic, energetic, we're [Ebm] alphabetic
I'm spreading the fucking vibe like a [F] pathogen epidemic
While I'm [Ebm] sipping my unleaded and puffing the devil's lettuce
I'm a menace in my whip, [B] end of convasion
Sipping whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement
Feel my inner Simba awaken, the prince in the making
My idea of a vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps
So I'm about to [F] tell them like, yeah, I run my [B] lane
Take a step or five [Gb] back, it's you, [Ebm] never get the rest
And just memorize that, cause at any second will be my snap
It is what it is and that's how it's gonna be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me, no matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
It's like I was made up in a lab or something
The way I hit them with these [Gbm] raps and the tracks you [Db] bumpin'
They say I [Eb] sound like a M&M's [Gb] rabbit, cousin, you still on drugs
Hit them on acid, buggin' them, passin'
Poppin' a loud pack [F] past my limit, I snap and kill it
My syllables are magic, flippin', take my enemies and [Db] grill them on a massive skillet
And as for critics, I cover them in [Ebm] gas and lit it
Bad bitches, and the crown on my head stay
Get on your [B] knees, bow down to your [Ebm] sensei
_ [F] It's like I'm fuckin' Christina Ricci, the way I put it down on a Wednesday
Duck y'all, Addams Family shit
Always [Ebm] on my hustle, nobody handing me shit
All I've got is intuition and a [F] plan to get rich
And when I do, the fuckin' planet'll flip
It is what it is and that's how it's gon' be
Oil in my pan, burn it [B] down low-key
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like me
End it to the [F] end like me
No matter what the [B] end might be
And [Ebm] y'all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed
You ain't never had a friend like