Chords for Roc Marciano - Already (2017) (Official Audio Video)
Tempo:
66.7 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
F
Gm
Bb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm] Oh my baby's gone
[F] [Fm]
[Fm] When he grow up too, because you know he's gonna be back?
You know I was walking and he came out this club down here and he was hollering at me
and told me that he'll be back.
So he [F] left and [Fm] I stayed there and waited.
He came back out of there.
Did you know you was gonna get with [Gm] him there?
Yeah.
He didn't know it but you knew it.
Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yo.
[F] [Fm] Titanium timepiece.
Dime piece between the sheets.
Body heat.
Maserati's not least.
Cocked pump shawty it makes your body leak.
Not your main hottie she kinda not me.
Mahogany wood grain all in [F] the 5-speed.
Silky on me.
Pray for me.
[Fm] It makes stories in the naked city.
The humidity it makes [Gm] cities oily.
Skin is salty.
[Fm] It's salt you can't fault me.
For all the sights on me I'm trying [F] to stay [Fm] frosty.
Smoke and lie out in Bogota.
The focus.
Niggas looking like smokers in their eyes.
Hope nothing mobilized when the vultures fly.
I'm about to cop a home in the ocean side.
Sky was just frozen in time.
My mind's a gold mine.
You washed and left dry on the clothesline.
Holes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line.
God caught you laying low out [Ab] on my high.
Oh my God.
[Bb] Don't start eating that oh my God something [Fm] called God.
Send your family a nice postcard.
Wrap [F] you up my boy.
[Fm] Empty bag.
New whips.
All my hoes.
You see my team.
I been a G.
Like the weed.
Nigga weak.
[Gm] Yeah nigga.
[Fm] Motherfucker you down boy.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[F] [Fm] Kiss the ring.
Million dollar ding-a-ling swing.
I'm just getting back in the swing of things.
My jeans fit me like spring stink.
Bring them six kings I might need spring clean.
Trying to hit these niggas sneakers.
Then she sweeps.
Get your streets sweep.
Sweep you off your feet.
That's all GP.
Squeeze three.
It's your [Gm] Bentley GT.
With the drum my queen Sheila E.
[Fm] The whips are sailing free.
Break the brick up like cream of wheat.
We the team to beat.
Fans demand new work.
But I'm a man of few words.
The tune won't burst if so then who heard.
If you out here you heard.
I couldn't speak the OG said chew the food first.
And then spoons burnt my shoes squirt.
I'm a man of few words.
Niggas they claiming I rap is doing all the rapping.
How that work?
Niggas [Gm] saying they got cash and I'm saying they catfish.
Ain't none of [Fm] that shit off Satchel Fifth.
No respectable establishment carries this.
Say yourself the embarrassment.
Shallow when it comes to some power.
We not parallel.
Can't fuck with me.
You still in my shadow.
Whole nigga still in my swag though.
Now I know just how Satchel Mode felt.
[Bb] [Fm]
[Gm] [Fm] [Gbm]
[F] [Fm]
[Fm] When he grow up too, because you know he's gonna be back?
You know I was walking and he came out this club down here and he was hollering at me
and told me that he'll be back.
So he [F] left and [Fm] I stayed there and waited.
He came back out of there.
Did you know you was gonna get with [Gm] him there?
Yeah.
He didn't know it but you knew it.
Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yo.
[F] [Fm] Titanium timepiece.
Dime piece between the sheets.
Body heat.
Maserati's not least.
Cocked pump shawty it makes your body leak.
Not your main hottie she kinda not me.
Mahogany wood grain all in [F] the 5-speed.
Silky on me.
Pray for me.
[Fm] It makes stories in the naked city.
The humidity it makes [Gm] cities oily.
Skin is salty.
[Fm] It's salt you can't fault me.
For all the sights on me I'm trying [F] to stay [Fm] frosty.
Smoke and lie out in Bogota.
The focus.
Niggas looking like smokers in their eyes.
Hope nothing mobilized when the vultures fly.
I'm about to cop a home in the ocean side.
Sky was just frozen in time.
My mind's a gold mine.
You washed and left dry on the clothesline.
Holes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line.
God caught you laying low out [Ab] on my high.
Oh my God.
[Bb] Don't start eating that oh my God something [Fm] called God.
Send your family a nice postcard.
Wrap [F] you up my boy.
[Fm] Empty bag.
New whips.
All my hoes.
You see my team.
I been a G.
Like the weed.
Nigga weak.
[Gm] Yeah nigga.
[Fm] Motherfucker you down boy.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[F] [Fm] Kiss the ring.
Million dollar ding-a-ling swing.
I'm just getting back in the swing of things.
My jeans fit me like spring stink.
Bring them six kings I might need spring clean.
Trying to hit these niggas sneakers.
Then she sweeps.
Get your streets sweep.
Sweep you off your feet.
That's all GP.
Squeeze three.
It's your [Gm] Bentley GT.
With the drum my queen Sheila E.
[Fm] The whips are sailing free.
Break the brick up like cream of wheat.
We the team to beat.
Fans demand new work.
But I'm a man of few words.
The tune won't burst if so then who heard.
If you out here you heard.
I couldn't speak the OG said chew the food first.
And then spoons burnt my shoes squirt.
I'm a man of few words.
Niggas they claiming I rap is doing all the rapping.
How that work?
Niggas [Gm] saying they got cash and I'm saying they catfish.
Ain't none of [Fm] that shit off Satchel Fifth.
No respectable establishment carries this.
Say yourself the embarrassment.
Shallow when it comes to some power.
We not parallel.
Can't fuck with me.
You still in my shadow.
Whole nigga still in my swag though.
Now I know just how Satchel Mode felt.
[Bb] [Fm]
[Gm] [Fm] [Gbm]
Key:
Fm
F
Gm
Bb
Ab
Fm
F
Gm
[Fm] Oh my baby's gone
[F] _ _ [Fm] _
[Fm] When he grow up too, because you know he's gonna be back?
You know I was walking and he came out this club down here and he was hollering at me
and told me that he'll be back.
So he [F] left and [Fm] I stayed there and waited.
He came back out of there.
Did you know you was gonna get with [Gm] him there?
Yeah.
He didn't know it but you knew it.
Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yo.
[F] _ [Fm] Titanium timepiece.
Dime piece between the sheets.
Body heat.
Maserati's not least.
Cocked pump shawty it makes your body leak.
Not your main hottie she kinda not me.
Mahogany wood grain all in [F] the 5-speed.
Silky on me.
Pray for me.
[Fm] It makes stories in the naked city.
The humidity it makes [Gm] cities oily.
Skin is salty.
[Fm] It's salt you can't fault me.
For all the sights on me I'm trying [F] to stay [Fm] frosty.
Smoke and lie out in Bogota.
The focus.
Niggas looking like smokers in their eyes.
Hope nothing mobilized when the vultures fly.
I'm about to cop a home in the ocean side.
Sky was just frozen in time.
My mind's a gold mine.
You washed and left dry on the clothesline.
Holes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line.
God caught you laying low out [Ab] on my high.
Oh my God.
[Bb] Don't start eating that oh my God something [Fm] called God.
Send your family a nice postcard.
_ Wrap [F] you up my boy.
[Fm] Empty bag. _
New whips.
All my hoes.
You see my team.
I been a G.
Like the weed.
Nigga weak.
[Gm] Yeah nigga. _
[Fm] Motherfucker you down boy.
_ Yeah. _ _ _
_ Yeah.
_ [F] [Fm] Kiss the ring.
Million dollar ding-a-ling swing.
I'm just getting back in the swing of things.
My jeans fit me like spring stink.
Bring them six kings I might need spring clean.
Trying to hit these niggas sneakers.
Then she sweeps.
Get your streets sweep.
Sweep you off your feet.
That's all GP.
Squeeze three.
It's your [Gm] Bentley GT.
With the drum my queen Sheila E.
[Fm] The whips are sailing free.
Break the brick up like cream of wheat.
We the team to beat.
Fans demand new work.
But I'm a man of few words.
The tune won't burst if so then who heard.
If you out here you heard.
I couldn't speak the OG said chew the food first.
And then spoons burnt my shoes squirt.
I'm a man of few words.
_ Niggas they claiming I rap is doing all the rapping.
How that work?
Niggas [Gm] saying they got cash and I'm saying they catfish.
Ain't none of [Fm] that shit off Satchel Fifth.
No respectable establishment carries this.
Say yourself the embarrassment.
Shallow when it comes to some power.
We not parallel.
Can't fuck with me.
You still in my shadow.
Whole nigga still in my swag though.
Now I know just how Satchel Mode felt.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gbm] _
[F] _ _ [Fm] _
[Fm] When he grow up too, because you know he's gonna be back?
You know I was walking and he came out this club down here and he was hollering at me
and told me that he'll be back.
So he [F] left and [Fm] I stayed there and waited.
He came back out of there.
Did you know you was gonna get with [Gm] him there?
Yeah.
He didn't know it but you knew it.
Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yo.
[F] _ [Fm] Titanium timepiece.
Dime piece between the sheets.
Body heat.
Maserati's not least.
Cocked pump shawty it makes your body leak.
Not your main hottie she kinda not me.
Mahogany wood grain all in [F] the 5-speed.
Silky on me.
Pray for me.
[Fm] It makes stories in the naked city.
The humidity it makes [Gm] cities oily.
Skin is salty.
[Fm] It's salt you can't fault me.
For all the sights on me I'm trying [F] to stay [Fm] frosty.
Smoke and lie out in Bogota.
The focus.
Niggas looking like smokers in their eyes.
Hope nothing mobilized when the vultures fly.
I'm about to cop a home in the ocean side.
Sky was just frozen in time.
My mind's a gold mine.
You washed and left dry on the clothesline.
Holes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line.
God caught you laying low out [Ab] on my high.
Oh my God.
[Bb] Don't start eating that oh my God something [Fm] called God.
Send your family a nice postcard.
_ Wrap [F] you up my boy.
[Fm] Empty bag. _
New whips.
All my hoes.
You see my team.
I been a G.
Like the weed.
Nigga weak.
[Gm] Yeah nigga. _
[Fm] Motherfucker you down boy.
_ Yeah. _ _ _
_ Yeah.
_ [F] [Fm] Kiss the ring.
Million dollar ding-a-ling swing.
I'm just getting back in the swing of things.
My jeans fit me like spring stink.
Bring them six kings I might need spring clean.
Trying to hit these niggas sneakers.
Then she sweeps.
Get your streets sweep.
Sweep you off your feet.
That's all GP.
Squeeze three.
It's your [Gm] Bentley GT.
With the drum my queen Sheila E.
[Fm] The whips are sailing free.
Break the brick up like cream of wheat.
We the team to beat.
Fans demand new work.
But I'm a man of few words.
The tune won't burst if so then who heard.
If you out here you heard.
I couldn't speak the OG said chew the food first.
And then spoons burnt my shoes squirt.
I'm a man of few words.
_ Niggas they claiming I rap is doing all the rapping.
How that work?
Niggas [Gm] saying they got cash and I'm saying they catfish.
Ain't none of [Fm] that shit off Satchel Fifth.
No respectable establishment carries this.
Say yourself the embarrassment.
Shallow when it comes to some power.
We not parallel.
Can't fuck with me.
You still in my shadow.
Whole nigga still in my swag though.
Now I know just how Satchel Mode felt.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gbm] _