Chords for FantomenK - Follow me (Pato Pooh & Adam Tensta Remix)
Tempo:
140.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
Cm
B
F
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I keep telling them I'ma bring it back [C] Back to the [Cm] future
[C] I'm feeling brick broke like bringing it back Rewind, you heard an echo, that's me bringing
it back No line up in the letter, no word on my hit
So we get ready for the switches, no wishes Got no conveying glitches, just bring your
A game, I'ma bring my game strong Throw a nigga set like motherfuckers know
They getting thrashed, they telling the energy Cause they wack, nigga gasping to flash
Immediately, see me, I will last forever Y'all be last forever
Hear they rap like golden sweaters Your boy not playing, I'm planning on staying
frank Heavy [B] G [Bb] playing, playing [Eb] without a change
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[B] [Bb]
[G] [C]
[F] [C] I made up all that shit up on me and you, listen man
I made up my songs out my pockets, [A] I made some devil [C] pay
And that's the thing that they ask, why you even rap?
I think it's shit, tell them that we [Cm] are bringing it back
[C] Everyone from the kids to the corner, they going stoned
Cause they ain't got shit to do when they sitting at home
And everybody needs a voice, they only doing it because
Then you might listen and notice where these kids are from
6th Street, Stockholm City
6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[C] Run SUVs, yo, put Superman on these beats My flow is crisp, I'ma be IG, Rio de Bries
I'm an illegal, I'm a lonely, the only one bringing heat
I'm spitting fire, boy, these crackers like it's New Year's Eve
See me squawking in the O.A., blew up like the world trade
I'm both kid and poor, but skinned, [Cm] mother's [F] cup the first [C] place
They heard word about a fat kid, where he at?
They heard he was in on some pop shit, so he can rap
Bob the fool, he bob the truth when he writes
Break it in news like a reporter from the booth with a mic
So look, from now on you can call me Makai
Cause I'm the future of hip-hop, like roof in [F] the sky
Cause I'm [C] from the 6th Street, Stockholm City
[B] [Bbm]
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[B] [C] I keep telling them I'm bringing back, back to the future
[Cm] [C]
[C] I'm feeling brick broke like bringing it back Rewind, you heard an echo, that's me bringing
it back No line up in the letter, no word on my hit
So we get ready for the switches, no wishes Got no conveying glitches, just bring your
A game, I'ma bring my game strong Throw a nigga set like motherfuckers know
They getting thrashed, they telling the energy Cause they wack, nigga gasping to flash
Immediately, see me, I will last forever Y'all be last forever
Hear they rap like golden sweaters Your boy not playing, I'm planning on staying
frank Heavy [B] G [Bb] playing, playing [Eb] without a change
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[B] [Bb]
[G] [C]
[F] [C] I made up all that shit up on me and you, listen man
I made up my songs out my pockets, [A] I made some devil [C] pay
And that's the thing that they ask, why you even rap?
I think it's shit, tell them that we [Cm] are bringing it back
[C] Everyone from the kids to the corner, they going stoned
Cause they ain't got shit to do when they sitting at home
And everybody needs a voice, they only doing it because
Then you might listen and notice where these kids are from
6th Street, Stockholm City
6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[C] Run SUVs, yo, put Superman on these beats My flow is crisp, I'ma be IG, Rio de Bries
I'm an illegal, I'm a lonely, the only one bringing heat
I'm spitting fire, boy, these crackers like it's New Year's Eve
See me squawking in the O.A., blew up like the world trade
I'm both kid and poor, but skinned, [Cm] mother's [F] cup the first [C] place
They heard word about a fat kid, where he at?
They heard he was in on some pop shit, so he can rap
Bob the fool, he bob the truth when he writes
Break it in news like a reporter from the booth with a mic
So look, from now on you can call me Makai
Cause I'm the future of hip-hop, like roof in [F] the sky
Cause I'm [C] from the 6th Street, Stockholm City
[B] [Bbm]
[C] 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N]
[B] [C] I keep telling them I'm bringing back, back to the future
[Cm] [C]
Key:
C
Cm
B
F
Bb
C
Cm
B
_ _ _ I keep telling them I'ma bring it back _ _ _ [C] Back to the [Cm] future
_ _ [C] _ _ I'm feeling brick broke like bringing it back Rewind, you heard an echo, that's me bringing
it back No line up in the letter, no word on my hit
So we get ready for the switches, no wishes Got no conveying glitches, just bring your
A game, I'ma bring my game strong Throw a nigga set like motherfuckers know
_ They getting thrashed, they telling the energy Cause they wack, nigga gasping to flash
Immediately, see me, I will last forever Y'all be last forever
Hear they rap like golden sweaters Your boy not playing, I'm planning on staying
frank Heavy [B] G [Bb] playing, playing [Eb] without a change
[C] _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] 6th _ _ Street, Stockholm City
_ _ [B] _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] I made up all that shit up on me and you, listen man
I made up my songs out my pockets, [A] I made some devil [C] pay
And that's the thing that they ask, why you even rap?
I think it's shit, tell them that we [Cm] are bringing it back
[C] Everyone from the kids to the corner, they going stoned
_ Cause they ain't got shit to do when they sitting at home
_ And everybody needs a voice, they only doing it because
_ Then you might listen and notice where these kids are from _ _ _ _ _
6th Street, Stockholm City _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ Run _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ SUVs, yo, put Superman on these beats My flow is crisp, I'ma be IG, Rio de Bries
I'm an illegal, I'm a lonely, the only one bringing heat
I'm spitting fire, boy, these crackers like it's New Year's Eve
See me squawking in the O.A., blew up like the world trade
I'm both kid and poor, but skinned, [Cm] mother's [F] cup the first [C] place
They heard word about a fat kid, where he at?
They heard he was in on some pop shit, so he can rap
Bob the fool, he bob the truth when he writes
Break it in news like a reporter from the booth with a mic
So look, from now on you can call me Makai
Cause I'm the future of hip-hop, like roof in [F] the sky
Cause I'm [C] from the _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
_ _ [B] _ [Bbm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C] _ _ I _ keep telling them I'm bringing back, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ back to the future _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ I'm feeling brick broke like bringing it back Rewind, you heard an echo, that's me bringing
it back No line up in the letter, no word on my hit
So we get ready for the switches, no wishes Got no conveying glitches, just bring your
A game, I'ma bring my game strong Throw a nigga set like motherfuckers know
_ They getting thrashed, they telling the energy Cause they wack, nigga gasping to flash
Immediately, see me, I will last forever Y'all be last forever
Hear they rap like golden sweaters Your boy not playing, I'm planning on staying
frank Heavy [B] G [Bb] playing, playing [Eb] without a change
[C] _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] 6th _ _ Street, Stockholm City
_ _ [B] _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] I made up all that shit up on me and you, listen man
I made up my songs out my pockets, [A] I made some devil [C] pay
And that's the thing that they ask, why you even rap?
I think it's shit, tell them that we [Cm] are bringing it back
[C] Everyone from the kids to the corner, they going stoned
_ Cause they ain't got shit to do when they sitting at home
_ And everybody needs a voice, they only doing it because
_ Then you might listen and notice where these kids are from _ _ _ _ _
6th Street, Stockholm City _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ Run _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ SUVs, yo, put Superman on these beats My flow is crisp, I'ma be IG, Rio de Bries
I'm an illegal, I'm a lonely, the only one bringing heat
I'm spitting fire, boy, these crackers like it's New Year's Eve
See me squawking in the O.A., blew up like the world trade
I'm both kid and poor, but skinned, [Cm] mother's [F] cup the first [C] place
They heard word about a fat kid, where he at?
They heard he was in on some pop shit, so he can rap
Bob the fool, he bob the truth when he writes
Break it in news like a reporter from the booth with a mic
So look, from now on you can call me Makai
Cause I'm the future of hip-hop, like roof in [F] the sky
Cause I'm [C] from the _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
_ _ [B] _ [Bbm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ 6th Street, Stockholm City
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C] _ _ I _ keep telling them I'm bringing back, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ back to the future _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _