Chords for Pase - My Block 2 (feat. Aki & Sasa)
Tempo:
108.8 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Em
Am
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [D]
Yeah, [Em] that's how I moved from the suburbs and slums where I resided
I met man and [Am] we spit similar [Bm] similes to like I did
It might be different [Em] language of families, we still ride it
It might [Am] be different weight on the scales, [Bm] but we still grind it
Same hustle, same [Em] struggle, just a different talk
Same [Am] road, same path, just [D] a different walk
Combine pace and [Em] labyrinth and feel a different force
And of course, [C] I'm adamant we're far from [Bm] average
Raised around the savages, of course [Em] we started bagging it
Raised around the music, [Am] hack of course we started [Bm] doing that
See my baton [Em] is your baton, even if I don't belong
The concrete created [Am] some cons and we ain't [Bm] paying moms, nah
[Em] Comparisons is many and the arrogance is plenty
From Essie [Am] to Uplands, Vespi and [Bm] back by Beppi
Lowlifes might [Em] like it, the rats might rep me
But I hope [Am] they all listen, my [Bm] facts fight fiction
[Em] From Alby to Camden, Cozen and back by Brixton
We fight the system with [Bm] street wisdom
Tryna get in and out of [Em] this with a quick flippin', listen
[Am] [Bm]
[C] From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When man in low sleep, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From my [D] block to your block
Where we try to [G] get up but often fall [C] down
Yeah, from my [Bm] baton to your [D] baton
Even when [G] there's chaos, feels like [C] there's nothing wrong
Yeah, from my [D] street to your street
Where we never finish but it's so [Am] easy to start
[Em] Yeah, from the south side where brothers fight
With a few ears [Am] in their pockets, [Bm] we try to fight
People murder for bullshit, [Em] blood after knife attack
Drama [C] is increasing and it's [Bm] time to fight
[Em] Concrete entrepreneurs create a run in your stairs
Hear the shot, police, [Am] helicopters, young people killed in an exaggerated pace
Yo, what the fuck, [Em] it's hoodies, it's hoodies, just new neighbors
[Am] Same tabas, LAD, [Bm] heroin and habs and guys
Stand on the corner, [Em] wake up, latest product
For the farmers [Am] to go down and [Bm] live in the dirt
See families [Em] humiliate themselves and give up
But we don't give a shit [Am] as long as we're in, cash [Bm] in, see the bullet
The capitalist system [Em] has created the strife in the slums
In London's concrete you get cut for [Bm] the chain of gold
In [Em] Sweden's concrete you get shot in the leg for debts
Overdoses on clean powder, [Bm] dunder, depressive [Em] moments
We serve brothers who have gone away and died
Same shit [Am] in every ghetto from [Bm] Alby to Peckham
With dreams of taking themselves [Em] away so people are in mourning
But we'll [Am] never be more than [Bm] being hacked, [C] knoss
From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When my name don't flee, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From your [D] block to your block
Where we try to get up but the smell [C] falls down
From my [D] street
[C] [G] to your [D] street
Where we never finish but it's so [C] easy to start
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
From village where I was born, it's more [Em] grimy than ever, I can't tell ya
So the [D] class where my [Am] daughter was born could only be better
[Em] In Hood Dinger, this all to tell ya
By Milton Keynes, by all means, I'm [Bm] a rep
What a rep and contract like [Em] malaria
For my own brother, for [D] my area
And [Bm] every other hood that I bury
Stuck in the [Em] manor is life but I would rather
Travel from South London to [Bm] South Uppsala
Then back with a [Em] pack cause the outlook's rougher
Good in the [Am] hood if it's pounds you father
Or crowns but it's coming [Em] down to the man you are, shit
And I'll hard you, [Am] bro, to finish what you started
[Em] And I'll hard you, slang roar, to get what you stand for, shit
I ain't tryna see my [Bm] fam poor
[C] [Bm] [D] [G]
[C] [D]
[G] [C] [Bm]
[D] [G] [C]
[D] [G] [Am]
[Bm] [D]
Yeah, [Em] that's how I moved from the suburbs and slums where I resided
I met man and [Am] we spit similar [Bm] similes to like I did
It might be different [Em] language of families, we still ride it
It might [Am] be different weight on the scales, [Bm] but we still grind it
Same hustle, same [Em] struggle, just a different talk
Same [Am] road, same path, just [D] a different walk
Combine pace and [Em] labyrinth and feel a different force
And of course, [C] I'm adamant we're far from [Bm] average
Raised around the savages, of course [Em] we started bagging it
Raised around the music, [Am] hack of course we started [Bm] doing that
See my baton [Em] is your baton, even if I don't belong
The concrete created [Am] some cons and we ain't [Bm] paying moms, nah
[Em] Comparisons is many and the arrogance is plenty
From Essie [Am] to Uplands, Vespi and [Bm] back by Beppi
Lowlifes might [Em] like it, the rats might rep me
But I hope [Am] they all listen, my [Bm] facts fight fiction
[Em] From Alby to Camden, Cozen and back by Brixton
We fight the system with [Bm] street wisdom
Tryna get in and out of [Em] this with a quick flippin', listen
[Am] [Bm]
[C] From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When man in low sleep, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From my [D] block to your block
Where we try to [G] get up but often fall [C] down
Yeah, from my [Bm] baton to your [D] baton
Even when [G] there's chaos, feels like [C] there's nothing wrong
Yeah, from my [D] street to your street
Where we never finish but it's so [Am] easy to start
[Em] Yeah, from the south side where brothers fight
With a few ears [Am] in their pockets, [Bm] we try to fight
People murder for bullshit, [Em] blood after knife attack
Drama [C] is increasing and it's [Bm] time to fight
[Em] Concrete entrepreneurs create a run in your stairs
Hear the shot, police, [Am] helicopters, young people killed in an exaggerated pace
Yo, what the fuck, [Em] it's hoodies, it's hoodies, just new neighbors
[Am] Same tabas, LAD, [Bm] heroin and habs and guys
Stand on the corner, [Em] wake up, latest product
For the farmers [Am] to go down and [Bm] live in the dirt
See families [Em] humiliate themselves and give up
But we don't give a shit [Am] as long as we're in, cash [Bm] in, see the bullet
The capitalist system [Em] has created the strife in the slums
In London's concrete you get cut for [Bm] the chain of gold
In [Em] Sweden's concrete you get shot in the leg for debts
Overdoses on clean powder, [Bm] dunder, depressive [Em] moments
We serve brothers who have gone away and died
Same shit [Am] in every ghetto from [Bm] Alby to Peckham
With dreams of taking themselves [Em] away so people are in mourning
But we'll [Am] never be more than [Bm] being hacked, [C] knoss
From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When my name don't flee, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From your [D] block to your block
Where we try to get up but the smell [C] falls down
From my [D] street
[C] [G] to your [D] street
Where we never finish but it's so [C] easy to start
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
From village where I was born, it's more [Em] grimy than ever, I can't tell ya
So the [D] class where my [Am] daughter was born could only be better
[Em] In Hood Dinger, this all to tell ya
By Milton Keynes, by all means, I'm [Bm] a rep
What a rep and contract like [Em] malaria
For my own brother, for [D] my area
And [Bm] every other hood that I bury
Stuck in the [Em] manor is life but I would rather
Travel from South London to [Bm] South Uppsala
Then back with a [Em] pack cause the outlook's rougher
Good in the [Am] hood if it's pounds you father
Or crowns but it's coming [Em] down to the man you are, shit
And I'll hard you, [Am] bro, to finish what you started
[Em] And I'll hard you, slang roar, to get what you stand for, shit
I ain't tryna see my [Bm] fam poor
[C] [Bm] [D] [G]
[C] [D]
[G] [C] [Bm]
[D] [G] [C]
[D] [G] [Am]
Key:
Bm
Em
Am
D
C
Bm
Em
Am
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, [Em] _ that's how I moved from the suburbs and slums where I resided
I met man and [Am] we spit similar [Bm] similes to like I did
It might be different [Em] language of families, we still ride it
It might [Am] be different weight on the scales, [Bm] but we still grind it
Same hustle, same [Em] struggle, just a different talk
Same [Am] road, same path, just [D] a different walk
Combine pace and [Em] labyrinth and feel a different force
And of course, [C] I'm adamant we're far from [Bm] average
Raised around the savages, of course [Em] we started bagging it
Raised around the music, [Am] hack of course we started [Bm] doing that
See my baton [Em] is your baton, even if I don't belong
The concrete created [Am] some cons and we ain't [Bm] paying moms, nah
[Em] Comparisons is many and the arrogance is plenty
From Essie [Am] to Uplands, Vespi and [Bm] back by Beppi
Lowlifes might [Em] like it, the rats might rep me
But I hope [Am] they all listen, my [Bm] facts fight fiction
[Em] From Alby to Camden, Cozen and back by Brixton
We fight the system with [Bm] street wisdom
Tryna get in and out of [Em] this with a quick flippin', listen
[Am] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[C] From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When man in low sleep, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From my [D] block to your block
Where we try to [G] get up but often fall [C] down
Yeah, from my [Bm] baton to your [D] baton
Even when [G] there's chaos, feels like [C] there's nothing wrong
Yeah, from my [D] street to your street
Where we never finish but it's so [Am] easy to start
[Em] Yeah, from the south side where brothers fight
With a few ears [Am] in their pockets, [Bm] we try to fight
People murder for bullshit, [Em] blood after knife attack
Drama [C] is increasing and it's [Bm] time to fight
[Em] Concrete entrepreneurs create a run in your stairs
Hear the shot, police, [Am] helicopters, young people killed in an exaggerated pace
Yo, what the fuck, [Em] it's hoodies, it's hoodies, just new neighbors
[Am] Same tabas, LAD, [Bm] heroin and habs and guys
Stand on the corner, [Em] wake up, latest product
For the farmers [Am] to go down and [Bm] live in the dirt
See families [Em] humiliate themselves and give up
But we don't give a shit [Am] as long as we're in, cash [Bm] in, see the bullet
The capitalist system [Em] has created the strife in the slums
In London's concrete you get cut for [Bm] the chain of gold
In [Em] Sweden's concrete you get shot in the leg for debts
Overdoses on clean powder, [Bm] dunder, depressive [Em] moments
We serve brothers who have gone away and died
Same shit [Am] in every ghetto from [Bm] Alby to Peckham
With dreams of taking themselves [Em] away so people are in mourning
But we'll [Am] never be more than [Bm] being hacked, [C] knoss
From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When my name don't flee, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From your [D] block to your block
Where we try to get up but the smell [C] falls down
From my [D] _ _ _ street _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] to your [D] street
Where we never finish but it's so [C] easy to start
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
From village where I was born, it's more [Em] grimy than ever, I can't tell ya
So the [D] class where my [Am] daughter was born could only be better
[Em] In Hood Dinger, this all to tell ya
By Milton Keynes, by all means, I'm [Bm] a rep
What a rep and contract like [Em] malaria
For my own brother, for [D] my area
And [Bm] every other hood that I bury
Stuck in the [Em] manor is life but I would rather
Travel from South London to [Bm] South Uppsala
Then back with a [Em] pack cause the outlook's rougher
Good in the [Am] hood if it's pounds you father
Or crowns but it's coming [Em] down to the man you are, shit
And I'll hard you, [Am] bro, to finish what you started
[Em] And I'll hard you, slang roar, to get what you stand for, shit
I ain't tryna see my [Bm] fam poor
[C] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, [Em] _ that's how I moved from the suburbs and slums where I resided
I met man and [Am] we spit similar [Bm] similes to like I did
It might be different [Em] language of families, we still ride it
It might [Am] be different weight on the scales, [Bm] but we still grind it
Same hustle, same [Em] struggle, just a different talk
Same [Am] road, same path, just [D] a different walk
Combine pace and [Em] labyrinth and feel a different force
And of course, [C] I'm adamant we're far from [Bm] average
Raised around the savages, of course [Em] we started bagging it
Raised around the music, [Am] hack of course we started [Bm] doing that
See my baton [Em] is your baton, even if I don't belong
The concrete created [Am] some cons and we ain't [Bm] paying moms, nah
[Em] Comparisons is many and the arrogance is plenty
From Essie [Am] to Uplands, Vespi and [Bm] back by Beppi
Lowlifes might [Em] like it, the rats might rep me
But I hope [Am] they all listen, my [Bm] facts fight fiction
[Em] From Alby to Camden, Cozen and back by Brixton
We fight the system with [Bm] street wisdom
Tryna get in and out of [Em] this with a quick flippin', listen
[Am] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[C] From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When man in low sleep, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From my [D] block to your block
Where we try to [G] get up but often fall [C] down
Yeah, from my [Bm] baton to your [D] baton
Even when [G] there's chaos, feels like [C] there's nothing wrong
Yeah, from my [D] street to your street
Where we never finish but it's so [Am] easy to start
[Em] Yeah, from the south side where brothers fight
With a few ears [Am] in their pockets, [Bm] we try to fight
People murder for bullshit, [Em] blood after knife attack
Drama [C] is increasing and it's [Bm] time to fight
[Em] Concrete entrepreneurs create a run in your stairs
Hear the shot, police, [Am] helicopters, young people killed in an exaggerated pace
Yo, what the fuck, [Em] it's hoodies, it's hoodies, just new neighbors
[Am] Same tabas, LAD, [Bm] heroin and habs and guys
Stand on the corner, [Em] wake up, latest product
For the farmers [Am] to go down and [Bm] live in the dirt
See families [Em] humiliate themselves and give up
But we don't give a shit [Am] as long as we're in, cash [Bm] in, see the bullet
The capitalist system [Em] has created the strife in the slums
In London's concrete you get cut for [Bm] the chain of gold
In [Em] Sweden's concrete you get shot in the leg for debts
Overdoses on clean powder, [Bm] dunder, depressive [Em] moments
We serve brothers who have gone away and died
Same shit [Am] in every ghetto from [Bm] Alby to Peckham
With dreams of taking themselves [Em] away so people are in mourning
But we'll [Am] never be more than [Bm] being hacked, [C] knoss
From [Bm] my block to your block
[D] When my name don't flee, they [C] stay outside for more shots
From your [D] block to your block
Where we try to get up but the smell [C] falls down
From my [D] _ _ _ street _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] to your [D] street
Where we never finish but it's so [C] easy to start
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
From village where I was born, it's more [Em] grimy than ever, I can't tell ya
So the [D] class where my [Am] daughter was born could only be better
[Em] In Hood Dinger, this all to tell ya
By Milton Keynes, by all means, I'm [Bm] a rep
What a rep and contract like [Em] malaria
For my own brother, for [D] my area
And [Bm] every other hood that I bury
Stuck in the [Em] manor is life but I would rather
Travel from South London to [Bm] South Uppsala
Then back with a [Em] pack cause the outlook's rougher
Good in the [Am] hood if it's pounds you father
Or crowns but it's coming [Em] down to the man you are, shit
And I'll hard you, [Am] bro, to finish what you started
[Em] And I'll hard you, slang roar, to get what you stand for, shit
I ain't tryna see my [Bm] fam poor
[C] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _