Chords for i n t e r l u d e
Tempo:
131.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
C#m
F#m
C#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] I'm a good thing.
[Bm]
[C#] [D] Sweating, living, living for [Bm] me.
[F#m] Mama said you were the good thing.
[Bm]
[D] Help me, help me, help me.
[A] Yeah.
I'm [C#m] living for love.
[B] [A] We came a [F#m] long way, man.
We just came a long way.
[F#m] I'm living [C#m] for love.
We sitting on top of this shit.
Living for [D] love.
[B] This shit can [F#m] go one of two ways.
I'm living [C#m] for love.
This shit can [A] go up.
Living [C#] for love.
It can [D] go down.
[D] Either way, nigga, I'm [G#] prepared.
[C#] Feel me?
[D] Yeah.
I be coming [F#m] in peace, but fuck me.
Best beware the [C#m] others.
This shit deep, undercover creep.
[G#] This southern heat [E] make them bare.
But [D] summer's just last week.
See your mama [F#m] weep.
Crying cause she don't want to bury [C#m] your brother.
The blood leaks while the [A] EMTs gotta carry her baby
like surrogate mothers.
Whoa.
[F#m] Thank God we survived the round with the terrorists.
[C#m] Suffered though traumatized.
Wouldn't trade it [A] for nothing through hard [E] times.
It was there I [D] discovered the hustle
in making the best out of struggle.
I kept grinding to the step [C#m] of level respect.
Mind gotta stay out [C#] of trouble cause tech
nines like the air I rebuttal.
[G#] Cold world niggas [F#m] knowing what it is.
Just in case they don't, I show them [C#] what it is.
Here in summer, I do real [A] numbers.
Couldn't dare [C#m] touch it if they sold a [C#] double digit.
Black hot niggas burning up [F#m] the street.
Shots popping and we hurting up [C#m] the street.
It's a war, niggas running up [A] the score.
Jesus said [C#m] that you should turn to other [D] cheap.
Once these niggas getting murdered,
[A] every dead body spread all over the [C#] industry.
My homie, homie got out on parole.
[A] He's on my Coca-Cola than the soda [D] industry.
Summertime, bring the coldest winter breeze.
Hella blues like the Roller [C#m] 60s.
Christ went to heaven age 33 and so did Pimp C and so did [F#] Nipsey.
[D#m] [G#m]
I [C#] told you, I [F#] told you.
[D#m] This shit can go [G#m] up, it can go down.
I don't give a [C#] fuck, nigga.
I done seen the highest heights.
[F#]
I [D#m] done seen it twice.
[G#m] And I seen the lowest of [C#] the lows.
And [F#] still I rose.
[D#m] [G#m] Now I'm at your neck, nigga.
[D] Yeah.
[Bm]
[Bm]
[C#] [D] Sweating, living, living for [Bm] me.
[F#m] Mama said you were the good thing.
[Bm]
[D] Help me, help me, help me.
[A] Yeah.
I'm [C#m] living for love.
[B] [A] We came a [F#m] long way, man.
We just came a long way.
[F#m] I'm living [C#m] for love.
We sitting on top of this shit.
Living for [D] love.
[B] This shit can [F#m] go one of two ways.
I'm living [C#m] for love.
This shit can [A] go up.
Living [C#] for love.
It can [D] go down.
[D] Either way, nigga, I'm [G#] prepared.
[C#] Feel me?
[D] Yeah.
I be coming [F#m] in peace, but fuck me.
Best beware the [C#m] others.
This shit deep, undercover creep.
[G#] This southern heat [E] make them bare.
But [D] summer's just last week.
See your mama [F#m] weep.
Crying cause she don't want to bury [C#m] your brother.
The blood leaks while the [A] EMTs gotta carry her baby
like surrogate mothers.
Whoa.
[F#m] Thank God we survived the round with the terrorists.
[C#m] Suffered though traumatized.
Wouldn't trade it [A] for nothing through hard [E] times.
It was there I [D] discovered the hustle
in making the best out of struggle.
I kept grinding to the step [C#m] of level respect.
Mind gotta stay out [C#] of trouble cause tech
nines like the air I rebuttal.
[G#] Cold world niggas [F#m] knowing what it is.
Just in case they don't, I show them [C#] what it is.
Here in summer, I do real [A] numbers.
Couldn't dare [C#m] touch it if they sold a [C#] double digit.
Black hot niggas burning up [F#m] the street.
Shots popping and we hurting up [C#m] the street.
It's a war, niggas running up [A] the score.
Jesus said [C#m] that you should turn to other [D] cheap.
Once these niggas getting murdered,
[A] every dead body spread all over the [C#] industry.
My homie, homie got out on parole.
[A] He's on my Coca-Cola than the soda [D] industry.
Summertime, bring the coldest winter breeze.
Hella blues like the Roller [C#m] 60s.
Christ went to heaven age 33 and so did Pimp C and so did [F#] Nipsey.
[D#m] [G#m]
I [C#] told you, I [F#] told you.
[D#m] This shit can go [G#m] up, it can go down.
I don't give a [C#] fuck, nigga.
I done seen the highest heights.
[F#]
I [D#m] done seen it twice.
[G#m] And I seen the lowest of [C#] the lows.
And [F#] still I rose.
[D#m] [G#m] Now I'm at your neck, nigga.
[D] Yeah.
[Bm]
Key:
D
C#m
F#m
C#
A
D
C#m
F#m
_ [F#m] _ _ _ I'm a good thing.
[Bm] _
_ _ [C#] _ [D] Sweating, living, living for [Bm] me. _
[F#m] _ _ Mama said you were the good thing.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] Help me, help me, help me. _
_ _ [A] _ _ Yeah.
I'm [C#m] living for love.
[B] _ [A] We came a [F#m] long way, man.
We just came a long way.
_ _ [F#m] I'm living [C#m] for love.
We sitting on top of this shit.
Living for [D] love.
_ [B] This shit can [F#m] go one of two ways.
I'm living [C#m] for love.
This shit can [A] go up.
Living [C#] for love.
It can [D] go down.
_ _ _ [D] Either way, nigga, I'm [G#] prepared.
_ [C#] Feel me?
_ _ [D] Yeah.
I be coming [F#m] in peace, but fuck me.
Best beware the [C#m] others.
This shit deep, undercover creep.
[G#] This southern heat [E] make them bare.
But [D] summer's just last week.
See your mama [F#m] weep.
Crying cause she don't want to bury [C#m] your brother.
The blood leaks while the [A] EMTs gotta carry her baby
like surrogate mothers.
Whoa.
[F#m] Thank God we survived the round with the terrorists.
[C#m] Suffered though traumatized.
Wouldn't trade it [A] for nothing through hard [E] times.
It was there I [D] discovered the hustle
in making the best out of struggle.
I kept grinding to the step [C#m] of level respect.
Mind gotta stay out [C#] of trouble cause tech
nines like the air I rebuttal.
[G#] Cold world niggas [F#m] knowing what it is.
Just in case they don't, I show them [C#] what it is.
Here in summer, I do real [A] numbers.
Couldn't dare [C#m] touch it if they sold a [C#] double digit.
Black hot niggas burning up [F#m] the street.
Shots popping and we hurting up [C#m] the street.
It's a war, niggas running up [A] the score.
Jesus said [C#m] that you should turn to other [D] cheap.
Once these niggas getting murdered,
[A] every dead body spread all over the [C#] industry.
My homie, homie got out on parole.
[A] He's on my Coca-Cola than the soda [D] industry.
Summertime, bring the coldest winter breeze.
Hella blues like the Roller [C#m] 60s.
Christ went to heaven age 33 and so did Pimp C and so did [F#] Nipsey. _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
I [C#] told you, _ I [F#] told you.
_ [D#m] _ This shit can go [G#m] up, it can go down.
I don't give a [C#] fuck, nigga.
I done seen the highest heights.
[F#] _ _
I [D#m] done seen it twice.
_ _ [G#m] And I seen the lowest of [C#] the lows.
_ And [F#] still I rose.
[D#m] _ _ _ _ [G#m] Now I'm at your neck, nigga.
[D] Yeah.
[Bm] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _
_ _ [C#] _ [D] Sweating, living, living for [Bm] me. _
[F#m] _ _ Mama said you were the good thing.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] Help me, help me, help me. _
_ _ [A] _ _ Yeah.
I'm [C#m] living for love.
[B] _ [A] We came a [F#m] long way, man.
We just came a long way.
_ _ [F#m] I'm living [C#m] for love.
We sitting on top of this shit.
Living for [D] love.
_ [B] This shit can [F#m] go one of two ways.
I'm living [C#m] for love.
This shit can [A] go up.
Living [C#] for love.
It can [D] go down.
_ _ _ [D] Either way, nigga, I'm [G#] prepared.
_ [C#] Feel me?
_ _ [D] Yeah.
I be coming [F#m] in peace, but fuck me.
Best beware the [C#m] others.
This shit deep, undercover creep.
[G#] This southern heat [E] make them bare.
But [D] summer's just last week.
See your mama [F#m] weep.
Crying cause she don't want to bury [C#m] your brother.
The blood leaks while the [A] EMTs gotta carry her baby
like surrogate mothers.
Whoa.
[F#m] Thank God we survived the round with the terrorists.
[C#m] Suffered though traumatized.
Wouldn't trade it [A] for nothing through hard [E] times.
It was there I [D] discovered the hustle
in making the best out of struggle.
I kept grinding to the step [C#m] of level respect.
Mind gotta stay out [C#] of trouble cause tech
nines like the air I rebuttal.
[G#] Cold world niggas [F#m] knowing what it is.
Just in case they don't, I show them [C#] what it is.
Here in summer, I do real [A] numbers.
Couldn't dare [C#m] touch it if they sold a [C#] double digit.
Black hot niggas burning up [F#m] the street.
Shots popping and we hurting up [C#m] the street.
It's a war, niggas running up [A] the score.
Jesus said [C#m] that you should turn to other [D] cheap.
Once these niggas getting murdered,
[A] every dead body spread all over the [C#] industry.
My homie, homie got out on parole.
[A] He's on my Coca-Cola than the soda [D] industry.
Summertime, bring the coldest winter breeze.
Hella blues like the Roller [C#m] 60s.
Christ went to heaven age 33 and so did Pimp C and so did [F#] Nipsey. _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
I [C#] told you, _ I [F#] told you.
_ [D#m] _ This shit can go [G#m] up, it can go down.
I don't give a [C#] fuck, nigga.
I done seen the highest heights.
[F#] _ _
I [D#m] done seen it twice.
_ _ [G#m] And I seen the lowest of [C#] the lows.
_ And [F#] still I rose.
[D#m] _ _ _ _ [G#m] Now I'm at your neck, nigga.
[D] Yeah.
[Bm] _ _ _ _