Isaiah Rashad Ft. SZA - Ronnie Drake Chords
Tempo:
155 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Abm
Eb
Dbm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
I [Eb] mean,
[Dbm] [Bb]
I'm just thinking.
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb] I'm just throwing it in your face.
Are you sure?
[Db] So don't [Abm] call me a nigger, unless you call me my nibba.
I'm [Bb] a king, O.E.
Be [Ab] slipping, falling from my chalice.
[Abm] Remind the bumpa [Bb] that was missing from my carriage.
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed.
I [Dbm] can't bury your average.
[Bb] You feel slighted?
It's like she know that I [Eb] got it.
It feel like it.
[Dbm] I real life it.
[Bb] I steal vices.
You will like it.
[Abm] I promise it's real, Vyman.
I'm honest.
Nigger ain't no [Bb] getting money on that conscious shit.
I'ma just load my gat on some survival [Abm] shit.
And when I hear they [Eb] got a drought on it, I [Bb] take a month out of rap.
And I [Ab] hustle till I'm out of it.
I [E] got that coke [D] flow.
[Bb] That heat rock.
I got that old [Ab] school.
Huddle to the beat box.
Baby, [Abm] I'm just digging [Bb] in your gushy for the sweet spot.
I'm a beat doc.
Tell that mother fucker beat.
I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I [Ab] got love for my [Abm] niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
I got love [Abm] for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my niggas.
Hey, fuck that don't kill you cause you black today.
They only feel you when you pass [Eb] away.
The eulogy be [Abm] so moving.
We live [Eb] the scenes of those movies.
[Bb] Conflict at school or [Eb] dope moving is so [Abm] youthful.
But if you die [Bb] today, I hope you find it some relief or what a great [Ab] escape.
We still dodging from police when [Dbm] we make a [Bb] play.
They line searching in my bucket with the straightest [Eb] face.
It could be 88.
[Abm] Sometimes I wonder why [Bb] we kill is why they killing us.
I think we only [Ab] were up real because they grilling us [Abm] or how they feeling.
[Bb] This got a look really tough.
Got to keep your [Ab] hands in the car.
No, you still in [Abm] stuff came a long way [Bb] from a boat and an auction.
Now we got names [Eb] in the boat in the coffin.
[Abm] Ain't shit change, [Bb] but the coast we adopted little black children.
You can call me [Db] that nigga [Dbm] nigga.
[Db]
[C] I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Eb] I got love for [Abm] my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my nigga.
[Dbm] [Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Db]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
I [Eb] mean,
[Dbm] [Bb]
I'm just thinking.
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb] I'm just throwing it in your face.
Are you sure?
[Db] So don't [Abm] call me a nigger, unless you call me my nibba.
I'm [Bb] a king, O.E.
Be [Ab] slipping, falling from my chalice.
[Abm] Remind the bumpa [Bb] that was missing from my carriage.
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed.
I [Dbm] can't bury your average.
[Bb] You feel slighted?
It's like she know that I [Eb] got it.
It feel like it.
[Dbm] I real life it.
[Bb] I steal vices.
You will like it.
[Abm] I promise it's real, Vyman.
I'm honest.
Nigger ain't no [Bb] getting money on that conscious shit.
I'ma just load my gat on some survival [Abm] shit.
And when I hear they [Eb] got a drought on it, I [Bb] take a month out of rap.
And I [Ab] hustle till I'm out of it.
I [E] got that coke [D] flow.
[Bb] That heat rock.
I got that old [Ab] school.
Huddle to the beat box.
Baby, [Abm] I'm just digging [Bb] in your gushy for the sweet spot.
I'm a beat doc.
Tell that mother fucker beat.
I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I [Ab] got love for my [Abm] niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
I got love [Abm] for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my niggas.
Hey, fuck that don't kill you cause you black today.
They only feel you when you pass [Eb] away.
The eulogy be [Abm] so moving.
We live [Eb] the scenes of those movies.
[Bb] Conflict at school or [Eb] dope moving is so [Abm] youthful.
But if you die [Bb] today, I hope you find it some relief or what a great [Ab] escape.
We still dodging from police when [Dbm] we make a [Bb] play.
They line searching in my bucket with the straightest [Eb] face.
It could be 88.
[Abm] Sometimes I wonder why [Bb] we kill is why they killing us.
I think we only [Ab] were up real because they grilling us [Abm] or how they feeling.
[Bb] This got a look really tough.
Got to keep your [Ab] hands in the car.
No, you still in [Abm] stuff came a long way [Bb] from a boat and an auction.
Now we got names [Eb] in the boat in the coffin.
[Abm] Ain't shit change, [Bb] but the coast we adopted little black children.
You can call me [Db] that nigga [Dbm] nigga.
[Db]
[C] I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Eb] I got love for [Abm] my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my nigga.
[Dbm] [Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Db]
[Dbm] [Bb]
[Eb]
[Dbm] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Abm
Eb
Dbm
Ab
Bb
Abm
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ I [Eb] mean, _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
I'm just thinking.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ I'm just throwing it in your face.
Are you sure?
_ [Db] So don't [Abm] call me a nigger, unless you call me my nibba.
I'm [Bb] a king, O.E.
Be [Ab] slipping, falling from my chalice.
[Abm] _ Remind the bumpa [Bb] that was missing from my carriage.
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed.
I [Dbm] can't bury your average.
[Bb] You feel slighted?
It's like she know that I [Eb] got it.
It feel like it.
[Dbm] I real life it.
[Bb] I steal vices.
You will like it.
[Abm] I promise it's real, Vyman.
I'm honest.
Nigger ain't no [Bb] getting money on that conscious shit.
I'ma just load my gat on some survival [Abm] shit.
And when I hear they [Eb] got a drought on it, I [Bb] take a month out of rap.
And I [Ab] hustle till I'm out of it.
I [E] got that coke [D] flow.
[Bb] That heat rock.
I got that old [Ab] school.
Huddle to the beat box.
Baby, [Abm] I'm just digging [Bb] in your gushy for the sweet spot.
I'm a beat doc.
Tell that mother fucker beat.
I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my _ hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I [Ab] got love for my [Abm] niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
_ I got love [Abm] for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my niggas.
Hey, fuck that don't kill you cause you black today.
They only feel you when you pass [Eb] away.
The eulogy be [Abm] so moving.
We live [Eb] the scenes of those movies.
[Bb] Conflict at school or [Eb] dope moving is so [Abm] youthful.
But if you die [Bb] today, I hope you find it some relief or what a great [Ab] escape.
We still dodging from police when [Dbm] we make a [Bb] play.
They line searching in my bucket with the straightest [Eb] face.
It could be 88.
[Abm] _ Sometimes I wonder why [Bb] we kill is why they killing us.
I think we only [Ab] were up real because they grilling us [Abm] or how they feeling.
[Bb] This got a look really tough.
Got to keep your [Ab] hands in the car.
No, you still in [Abm] stuff came a long way [Bb] from a boat and an auction.
Now we got names [Eb] in the boat in the coffin.
[Abm] Ain't shit change, [Bb] but the coast we adopted little black children.
You can call me [Db] that nigga [Dbm] nigga.
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
_ [Eb] I got love for [Abm] my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my _ hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my nigga.
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ I [Eb] mean, _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
I'm just thinking.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ I'm just throwing it in your face.
Are you sure?
_ [Db] So don't [Abm] call me a nigger, unless you call me my nibba.
I'm [Bb] a king, O.E.
Be [Ab] slipping, falling from my chalice.
[Abm] _ Remind the bumpa [Bb] that was missing from my carriage.
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed.
I [Dbm] can't bury your average.
[Bb] You feel slighted?
It's like she know that I [Eb] got it.
It feel like it.
[Dbm] I real life it.
[Bb] I steal vices.
You will like it.
[Abm] I promise it's real, Vyman.
I'm honest.
Nigger ain't no [Bb] getting money on that conscious shit.
I'ma just load my gat on some survival [Abm] shit.
And when I hear they [Eb] got a drought on it, I [Bb] take a month out of rap.
And I [Ab] hustle till I'm out of it.
I [E] got that coke [D] flow.
[Bb] That heat rock.
I got that old [Ab] school.
Huddle to the beat box.
Baby, [Abm] I'm just digging [Bb] in your gushy for the sweet spot.
I'm a beat doc.
Tell that mother fucker beat.
I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my _ hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I [Ab] got love for my [Abm] niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
_ I got love [Abm] for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my niggas.
Hey, fuck that don't kill you cause you black today.
They only feel you when you pass [Eb] away.
The eulogy be [Abm] so moving.
We live [Eb] the scenes of those movies.
[Bb] Conflict at school or [Eb] dope moving is so [Abm] youthful.
But if you die [Bb] today, I hope you find it some relief or what a great [Ab] escape.
We still dodging from police when [Dbm] we make a [Bb] play.
They line searching in my bucket with the straightest [Eb] face.
It could be 88.
[Abm] _ Sometimes I wonder why [Bb] we kill is why they killing us.
I think we only [Ab] were up real because they grilling us [Abm] or how they feeling.
[Bb] This got a look really tough.
Got to keep your [Ab] hands in the car.
No, you still in [Abm] stuff came a long way [Bb] from a boat and an auction.
Now we got names [Eb] in the boat in the coffin.
[Abm] Ain't shit change, [Bb] but the coast we adopted little black children.
You can call me [Db] that nigga [Dbm] nigga.
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ I got love [Abm] for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my hoes.
_ [Eb] I got love for [Abm] my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my niggas, my killers, my dealers, my trickers, [Bb] my _ hoes.
[Abm] I got love for my sister, my women, [Bb] my bitches, my strippers, my hoes.
I got love for my nigga.
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Dbm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
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