Chords for Nas - You Wouldn't Understand ft. Victoria Monet
Tempo:
86.4 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
F#m
A
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [F#m] [C#m]
[A] [C#m]
[A]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, [C#m] Brooklyn.
Let's make a bet I know the reason [F#m] you ain't make it yet.
The stage is set but you ain't see the [C#m] tedious ingredients that go inside a burrata.
You hiding for problems that you never knew how to make dollars.
You couldn't make orders that'll drive to McDonald's.
I [F#m] was flying through Apollo with black Jason, 89 [C#m] with a bottle.
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green, 740, no tent.
Roly on Rich Gleeman, he rocked a Baldy.
Used [A] to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey.
Copped chocolate, [C#m] tie, burnin' style and burn it down.
My nigga hypin' the federal joint, verdict out.
20 years getting money in the dirty south.
That's a legend.
You see my nigga's a stand-up dude, so I'm yelling, free my nigga.
My nephew, Godfather Malik, he jammed up too for what his hands usually call for,
but he ain't do it.
You are [F#m] where [C#m] I [F#m] am.
[C#m] It's where I'm from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
[F#m] What I've been, [C#m] what I do, no matter how you [F#m] try you never can.
[C#m] It's where I'm [F#m] from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
You ever been on the other end of a robber's raraba?
Not me, call me Lucky, [C#m] now it's Castellana.
All been shot [F#m] in the medulla obligata and survived,
and praise God with a bullet [C#m] I never collided.
[A] Some dead and they live.
I salute the gods.
My wet spill is splashed by mistake on my 10 booths for y'all.
NY nigga, I D-dive, jogging suit, shell [C#m]-toed, slim fly nigga.
Hudson [A] River rent-a-boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat.
A Venice feeler like I'm the ghost of Dimencio.
On any day getting throwed in a tenor vehicle like an old BK gangster,
but [C#m] I'm the CEO of nasty, [F#m] non-enterprise, mastermind made men.
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication,
hard work, routine, builds character.
In a world full of snakes, [C#m] rats, and scavengers,
never make [F#m] choices out of desperation.
I think through it, break [C#m] through walls like Pink Floyd,
and drink fluids of all [A] kind of alcohol, y'all.
Vineyards and [C#m] friends, yachts out, kids.
And the best of being what I am is where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't [F#m] understand.
What I've been, [C#m] what I've done.
[F#m] No matter how you try it, forget.
[C#m] It's where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
Now holla at a millionaire, only you blowin' all them off.
Decided which one to wear, who to screw, what to drive.
550 with the cream guts [F#m] inside.
All that super sport [C#m] range, frontless fly.
Shine [F#m] the ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch.
Gats on the side, I don't really trust this [C#m] guy.
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties.
If she beautiful, the lustful [F#m] type, I hit [C#m] it and bust inside.
Fuck it, I'ma die one day.
They gon' probably make that day a holiday.
Until [F#] then, let's go [C#m] on the shopping spree.
Speakin' for my real niggas.
Only [F#m] OGs certified who kill niggas when put in that seat.
[C#m] But tonight we on chill, [F#m] niggas.
Chill mode, spill more space.
Listen to Jeezy and Ho, some rosé.
[C#m] It's like we [A] always on the grind with no break.
So tonight we gon' act like we [C#m] on vacation with this on rotation.
[A] Ain't in the recipe, [C#m] but I am.
Word.
[F#m] [C#m] Where I'm from, [F#m] man, what I see you wouldn't [E] understand.
Y [F#m]'all wouldn't understand.
[C#m] What I do, [F#m] no my foot can't.
You wouldn't last a day in my [C#m] shoes, homie.
Where I'm [F#m] from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand.
True be, [C#m] nigga.
What I been.
[F#m] Oh, for my hood, niggas.
[C#m]
Yeah.
[A] Yeah.
[C#m] To my man Eric B.
What up?
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m]
The whole [F#m] city.
I see you.
[C#m] It's my man, Big Slate.
In the fed joint.
[F#m] My man, Spunk.
[C#m]
Free my [F#m] niggas.
[A] All my niggas.
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m]
[F#m] Club Vernon.
I [C#m] see you.
I see you.
Yeah.
[F#m] And Bart.
[C#m] I see [F#m] you.
[C#m] I see you.
[F#m] You and I.
[A] [C#m]
[A]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, [C#m] Brooklyn.
Let's make a bet I know the reason [F#m] you ain't make it yet.
The stage is set but you ain't see the [C#m] tedious ingredients that go inside a burrata.
You hiding for problems that you never knew how to make dollars.
You couldn't make orders that'll drive to McDonald's.
I [F#m] was flying through Apollo with black Jason, 89 [C#m] with a bottle.
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green, 740, no tent.
Roly on Rich Gleeman, he rocked a Baldy.
Used [A] to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey.
Copped chocolate, [C#m] tie, burnin' style and burn it down.
My nigga hypin' the federal joint, verdict out.
20 years getting money in the dirty south.
That's a legend.
You see my nigga's a stand-up dude, so I'm yelling, free my nigga.
My nephew, Godfather Malik, he jammed up too for what his hands usually call for,
but he ain't do it.
You are [F#m] where [C#m] I [F#m] am.
[C#m] It's where I'm from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
[F#m] What I've been, [C#m] what I do, no matter how you [F#m] try you never can.
[C#m] It's where I'm [F#m] from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
You ever been on the other end of a robber's raraba?
Not me, call me Lucky, [C#m] now it's Castellana.
All been shot [F#m] in the medulla obligata and survived,
and praise God with a bullet [C#m] I never collided.
[A] Some dead and they live.
I salute the gods.
My wet spill is splashed by mistake on my 10 booths for y'all.
NY nigga, I D-dive, jogging suit, shell [C#m]-toed, slim fly nigga.
Hudson [A] River rent-a-boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat.
A Venice feeler like I'm the ghost of Dimencio.
On any day getting throwed in a tenor vehicle like an old BK gangster,
but [C#m] I'm the CEO of nasty, [F#m] non-enterprise, mastermind made men.
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication,
hard work, routine, builds character.
In a world full of snakes, [C#m] rats, and scavengers,
never make [F#m] choices out of desperation.
I think through it, break [C#m] through walls like Pink Floyd,
and drink fluids of all [A] kind of alcohol, y'all.
Vineyards and [C#m] friends, yachts out, kids.
And the best of being what I am is where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't [F#m] understand.
What I've been, [C#m] what I've done.
[F#m] No matter how you try it, forget.
[C#m] It's where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
Now holla at a millionaire, only you blowin' all them off.
Decided which one to wear, who to screw, what to drive.
550 with the cream guts [F#m] inside.
All that super sport [C#m] range, frontless fly.
Shine [F#m] the ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch.
Gats on the side, I don't really trust this [C#m] guy.
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties.
If she beautiful, the lustful [F#m] type, I hit [C#m] it and bust inside.
Fuck it, I'ma die one day.
They gon' probably make that day a holiday.
Until [F#] then, let's go [C#m] on the shopping spree.
Speakin' for my real niggas.
Only [F#m] OGs certified who kill niggas when put in that seat.
[C#m] But tonight we on chill, [F#m] niggas.
Chill mode, spill more space.
Listen to Jeezy and Ho, some rosé.
[C#m] It's like we [A] always on the grind with no break.
So tonight we gon' act like we [C#m] on vacation with this on rotation.
[A] Ain't in the recipe, [C#m] but I am.
Word.
[F#m] [C#m] Where I'm from, [F#m] man, what I see you wouldn't [E] understand.
Y [F#m]'all wouldn't understand.
[C#m] What I do, [F#m] no my foot can't.
You wouldn't last a day in my [C#m] shoes, homie.
Where I'm [F#m] from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand.
True be, [C#m] nigga.
What I been.
[F#m] Oh, for my hood, niggas.
[C#m]
Yeah.
[A] Yeah.
[C#m] To my man Eric B.
What up?
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m]
The whole [F#m] city.
I see you.
[C#m] It's my man, Big Slate.
In the fed joint.
[F#m] My man, Spunk.
[C#m]
Free my [F#m] niggas.
[A] All my niggas.
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m]
[F#m] Club Vernon.
I [C#m] see you.
I see you.
Yeah.
[F#m] And Bart.
[C#m] I see [F#m] you.
[C#m] I see you.
[F#m] You and I.
Key:
C#m
F#m
A
F#
E
C#m
F#m
A
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, _ Harlem, Bronx, [C#m] Brooklyn.
Let's make a bet I know the reason [F#m] you ain't make it yet.
The stage is set but you ain't see the [C#m] tedious ingredients that go inside a burrata.
You hiding for problems that you never knew how to make dollars.
You couldn't make orders that'll drive to McDonald's.
I [F#m] was flying through Apollo with black Jason, 89 [C#m] with a bottle.
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green, 740, no tent.
Roly on Rich Gleeman, he rocked a Baldy.
Used [A] to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey.
Copped chocolate, [C#m] tie, burnin' style and burn it down.
My nigga hypin' the federal joint, verdict out.
20 years getting money in the dirty south.
That's a legend.
You see my nigga's a stand-up dude, so I'm yelling, free my nigga.
My nephew, Godfather Malik, he jammed up too for what his hands usually call for,
but he ain't do it.
You are [F#m] where _ [C#m] I [F#m] am.
[C#m] It's where I'm from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
[F#m] What I've been, [C#m] what I do, no matter how you [F#m] try you never can.
_ [C#m] It's where I'm [F#m] from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
You ever been on the other end of a robber's raraba?
Not me, call me Lucky, [C#m] now it's Castellana.
All been shot [F#m] in the medulla obligata and survived,
and praise God with a bullet [C#m] I never collided.
[A] Some dead and they live.
I salute the gods.
My wet spill is splashed by mistake on my 10 booths for y'all.
NY nigga, I D-dive, jogging suit, shell [C#m]-toed, slim fly nigga.
Hudson [A] River rent-a-boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat.
A Venice feeler like I'm the ghost of Dimencio.
On any day getting throwed in a tenor vehicle like an old BK gangster,
but [C#m] I'm the CEO of nasty, [F#m] non-enterprise, mastermind made men.
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication,
hard work, routine, builds character.
In a world full of snakes, [C#m] rats, and scavengers,
never make [F#m] choices out of desperation.
I think through it, break [C#m] through walls like Pink Floyd,
and drink fluids of all [A] kind of alcohol, y'all.
Vineyards and [C#m] friends, yachts out, kids.
And the best of being what I am is where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't [F#m] understand.
What I've been, [C#m] what I've done.
[F#m] No matter how you try it, forget.
_ [C#m] It's where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
Now holla at a millionaire, only you blowin' all them off.
Decided which one to wear, who to screw, what to drive.
550 with the cream guts [F#m] inside.
All that super sport [C#m] range, frontless fly.
Shine [F#m] the ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch.
Gats on the side, I don't really trust this [C#m] guy.
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties.
If she beautiful, the lustful [F#m] type, I hit [C#m] it and bust inside.
Fuck it, I'ma die one day.
They gon' probably make that day a holiday.
Until [F#] then, let's go [C#m] on the shopping spree.
Speakin' for my real niggas.
Only [F#m] OGs certified who kill niggas when put in that seat.
[C#m] But tonight we on chill, [F#m] niggas.
Chill mode, spill more space.
Listen to Jeezy and Ho, some rosé.
[C#m] It's like we [A] always on the grind with no break.
So tonight we gon' act like we [C#m] on vacation with this on rotation.
[A] Ain't in the recipe, [C#m] but I am.
Word.
[F#m] [C#m] Where I'm from, [F#m] man, what I see you wouldn't [E] understand.
Y [F#m]'all wouldn't understand.
[C#m] What I do, [F#m] no my foot can't.
You wouldn't last a day in my [C#m] shoes, homie.
Where I'm [F#m] from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand.
True be, [C#m] nigga.
What I been.
[F#m] Oh, _ for my hood, niggas.
[C#m] _
Yeah.
[A] _ _ Yeah.
_ [C#m] To my man Eric B.
What up?
[F#m] _ Yeah.
_ [C#m]
The whole [F#m] city.
I see you.
_ [C#m] It's my man, Big Slate.
In the fed joint.
[F#m] My man, Spunk.
[C#m]
Free my [F#m] niggas.
[A] All my niggas.
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m] _
_ [F#m] Club Vernon.
I [C#m] see you.
I see you.
Yeah.
_ [F#m] And Bart.
[C#m] I see [F#m] you.
[C#m] I see you.
_ [F#m] You and I. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, _ Harlem, Bronx, [C#m] Brooklyn.
Let's make a bet I know the reason [F#m] you ain't make it yet.
The stage is set but you ain't see the [C#m] tedious ingredients that go inside a burrata.
You hiding for problems that you never knew how to make dollars.
You couldn't make orders that'll drive to McDonald's.
I [F#m] was flying through Apollo with black Jason, 89 [C#m] with a bottle.
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green, 740, no tent.
Roly on Rich Gleeman, he rocked a Baldy.
Used [A] to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey.
Copped chocolate, [C#m] tie, burnin' style and burn it down.
My nigga hypin' the federal joint, verdict out.
20 years getting money in the dirty south.
That's a legend.
You see my nigga's a stand-up dude, so I'm yelling, free my nigga.
My nephew, Godfather Malik, he jammed up too for what his hands usually call for,
but he ain't do it.
You are [F#m] where _ [C#m] I [F#m] am.
[C#m] It's where I'm from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
[F#m] What I've been, [C#m] what I do, no matter how you [F#m] try you never can.
_ [C#m] It's where I'm [F#m] from and what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
You ever been on the other end of a robber's raraba?
Not me, call me Lucky, [C#m] now it's Castellana.
All been shot [F#m] in the medulla obligata and survived,
and praise God with a bullet [C#m] I never collided.
[A] Some dead and they live.
I salute the gods.
My wet spill is splashed by mistake on my 10 booths for y'all.
NY nigga, I D-dive, jogging suit, shell [C#m]-toed, slim fly nigga.
Hudson [A] River rent-a-boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat.
A Venice feeler like I'm the ghost of Dimencio.
On any day getting throwed in a tenor vehicle like an old BK gangster,
but [C#m] I'm the CEO of nasty, [F#m] non-enterprise, mastermind made men.
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, dedication,
hard work, routine, builds character.
In a world full of snakes, [C#m] rats, and scavengers,
never make [F#m] choices out of desperation.
I think through it, break [C#m] through walls like Pink Floyd,
and drink fluids of all [A] kind of alcohol, y'all.
Vineyards and [C#m] friends, yachts out, kids.
And the best of being what I am is where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't [F#m] understand.
What I've been, [C#m] what I've done.
[F#m] No matter how you try it, forget.
_ [C#m] It's where I'm from.
And what I say you wouldn't understand.
What I've been, what I've been.
Now holla at a millionaire, only you blowin' all them off.
Decided which one to wear, who to screw, what to drive.
550 with the cream guts [F#m] inside.
All that super sport [C#m] range, frontless fly.
Shine [F#m] the ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch.
Gats on the side, I don't really trust this [C#m] guy.
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties.
If she beautiful, the lustful [F#m] type, I hit [C#m] it and bust inside.
Fuck it, I'ma die one day.
They gon' probably make that day a holiday.
Until [F#] then, let's go [C#m] on the shopping spree.
Speakin' for my real niggas.
Only [F#m] OGs certified who kill niggas when put in that seat.
[C#m] But tonight we on chill, [F#m] niggas.
Chill mode, spill more space.
Listen to Jeezy and Ho, some rosé.
[C#m] It's like we [A] always on the grind with no break.
So tonight we gon' act like we [C#m] on vacation with this on rotation.
[A] Ain't in the recipe, [C#m] but I am.
Word.
[F#m] [C#m] Where I'm from, [F#m] man, what I see you wouldn't [E] understand.
Y [F#m]'all wouldn't understand.
[C#m] What I do, [F#m] no my foot can't.
You wouldn't last a day in my [C#m] shoes, homie.
Where I'm [F#m] from, man, what I see you wouldn't understand.
True be, [C#m] nigga.
What I been.
[F#m] Oh, _ for my hood, niggas.
[C#m] _
Yeah.
[A] _ _ Yeah.
_ [C#m] To my man Eric B.
What up?
[F#m] _ Yeah.
_ [C#m]
The whole [F#m] city.
I see you.
_ [C#m] It's my man, Big Slate.
In the fed joint.
[F#m] My man, Spunk.
[C#m]
Free my [F#m] niggas.
[A] All my niggas.
[F#m] Yeah.
[C#m] _
_ [F#m] Club Vernon.
I [C#m] see you.
I see you.
Yeah.
_ [F#m] And Bart.
[C#m] I see [F#m] you.
[C#m] I see you.
_ [F#m] You and I. _ _ _ _ _