Chords for Before The Fame

Tempo:
139.85 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

Cm

Gm

Bb

Dm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Before The Fame chords
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[Gm] [Eb]
[Bb] [Cm]
I [Bb] got them bands on [Eb] me right now in the studio.
All them other shit don't mean nothing when you ain't got [Cm] no knowledge.
[D] [Eb]
[Cm] I come from a rare place nigga.
[D] Yeah, it's not [Eb] dope.
Beef over hoes, [Cm] I'm like they homeboy.
[Bb] I'm like for real, brand new automobile [Eb] stainless steel.
House in the hill, I ain't got one yet but [Cm] I ran it for mills.
Nigga know I'm [Gm] still but you know for sure that I'm ready to kill.
[Eb] Got me traumatized, my cousin died and I ain't shed [Cm] a tear.
Nigga [Dm] try and get killed, he play with that money you [Eb] know what it is.
Straight out the slums, [Cm] I'm gutted for real.
That nigga disloyal, you [Gm] know how I feel.
But I'm really chasing that money for real.
Not chasing no bitch, I been [Eb] chasing the mill.
My daddy locked up, he just waiting on [Cm] a pill.
[Bb] I got it neat, [Eb] I got demons in my body.
[Eb] I got it annoyed and I feel some people [C] watching.
[Gm] I gotta maintain and stack up that money, you know they can't stop me.
I [Eb] stay with the burner cause if it ain't on me them niggas gon' [Cm] pop me.
These [Dm] niggas ain't shit and I know these [Eb] niggas ain't shit neither.
Got a stick in the car with 36 O's in the trunk of [Cm] the Wreed.
Not [Bb] asking for shit, not trusting [Gm] nobody because I don't need them.
[Eb] I'm sipping on Lane Watch, I quit steady [Cm] smoking the Reeves.
[Dm] Before the fame [Eb] I was a star.
[Cm] Changed our ways but we ain't changing who we are.
I [Dm] copped a foreign, remember the [Eb] stolen cars.
[Cm] I thank God ain't dead or behind bars.
They have a shootout in [D] a minute.
On the phone with my mama while sitting in [Eb] prison.
Criticizing myself, said it's then that I'm [Cm] trippin'.
Got a brand new bed, drop the top like a Benz.
I perform on stage with Gracie's [Gm] Pants.
All over the world, ayy I been trending.
In my ball, my in-jeans, I [Cm] keep a glitter.
Got BDS diamonds and my NBA pendant.
Hop in the Benz, I [Dm] step on the gas.
Focus on business, you [Eb] know I ain't playing.
Only the real gon' feel what I'm saying.
Gotta go chase it and get off my [Cm] ass.
I really don't hate it cause [Bb] I like to blast.
Fuck all that shit, I'ma [Gm] give me a badge.
Hoes [Eb] trying to get in Jacquees Pants.
I know all they really want is them [Bb] bands.
Ayy, I need to stop.
Head on collision, I'm causing a wreck.
Steady finessing my way to the [Bb] top.
Ayy, can't give up now.
[Gm]
I think I'm a [Eb] wizard, just call me John Wall.
I tighten up my shoe and I run with that [Cm] rock.
Fuck the critics, [Dm] I'm a kiddie cause I want [Eb] that.
I wouldn't complain, but what's on my plate cause I was gone [Gm] yet.
Still got love [Bb] for all the people that left me lonely.
[Eb] Never will I come back, forever I'm on [Cm] it.
[D] Cursed before the fame, I [Eb] was a star.
[D] Changed our ways, but we ain't changing [Cm] who we are.
I [Dm] copped a foreign, remember the [Eb] stolen cars.
I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars.
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[Dm]
[Cm]
[Dm] [Eb]
[Cm]
[Bb] [Gm]
[Eb] [Cm]
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Eb
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Cm
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Gm
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Bb
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Dm
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Eb
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Cm
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Gm
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _
I [Bb] got them bands on [Eb] me right now in the studio.
_ All them other shit don't mean nothing when you ain't got [Cm] no knowledge.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Cm] I come from a rare place nigga.
_ _ [D] _ Yeah, it's not [Eb] dope.
Beef over hoes, [Cm] I'm like they homeboy. _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] I'm like for real, brand new automobile [Eb] stainless steel.
_ House in the hill, I ain't got one yet but [Cm] I ran it for mills.
Nigga know I'm [Gm] still but you know for sure that I'm ready to kill.
[Eb] Got me traumatized, my cousin died and I ain't shed [Cm] a tear.
Nigga [Dm] try and get killed, he play with that money you [Eb] know what it is.
Straight _ _ out the slums, [Cm] I'm gutted for real.
That nigga disloyal, you [Gm] know how I feel.
But I'm really chasing that money for real.
Not chasing no bitch, I been [Eb] chasing the mill.
My daddy locked up, he just waiting on [Cm] a pill.
[Bb] I got it neat, [Eb] I got demons in my body.
[Eb] I got it annoyed and I feel some people [C] watching.
[Gm] I gotta maintain and stack up that money, you know they can't stop me.
I [Eb] stay with the burner cause if it ain't on me them niggas gon' [Cm] pop me.
These [Dm] niggas ain't shit and I know these [Eb] niggas ain't shit neither.
Got a stick in the car with 36 O's in the trunk of [Cm] the Wreed.
Not [Bb] asking for shit, not trusting [Gm] nobody because I don't need them.
[Eb] I'm sipping on Lane Watch, I quit steady [Cm] smoking the Reeves.
_ _ [Dm] Before the fame [Eb] I was a star.
[Cm] Changed our ways but we ain't changing who we are.
I [Dm] copped a foreign, remember the [Eb] stolen cars.
[Cm] I thank God ain't dead or behind bars.
They have a shootout in [D] a minute.
On the phone with my mama while sitting in [Eb] prison.
Criticizing myself, said it's then that I'm [Cm] trippin'.
Got a brand new bed, drop the top like a Benz.
I perform on stage with Gracie's [Gm] Pants.
All over the world, ayy I been trending.
In my ball, my in-jeans, I [Cm] keep a glitter.
Got BDS diamonds and my NBA pendant.
Hop in the Benz, I [Dm] step on the gas.
Focus on business, you [Eb] know I ain't playing.
Only the real gon' feel what I'm saying.
Gotta go chase it and get off my [Cm] ass.
I really don't hate it cause [Bb] I like to blast.
Fuck all that shit, I'ma [Gm] give me a badge.
Hoes [Eb] trying to get in Jacquees Pants.
I know all they really want is them [Bb] bands.
_ Ayy, I need to stop.
Head on collision, I'm causing a wreck.
Steady finessing my way to the [Bb] top.
_ _ Ayy, can't give up now.
[Gm]
I think I'm a [Eb] wizard, just call me John Wall.
I tighten up my shoe and I run with that [Cm] rock.
Fuck the critics, [Dm] I'm a kiddie cause I want [Eb] that.
I wouldn't complain, but what's on my plate cause I was gone [Gm] yet.
Still got love [Bb] for all the people that left me lonely.
[Eb] Never will I come back, forever I'm on [Cm] it.
_ _ [D] Cursed before the fame, I [Eb] was a star.
_ [D] Changed our ways, but we ain't changing [Cm] who we are.
I [Dm] copped a foreign, remember the [Eb] stolen cars.
I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars.
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