Chords for Isaiah Rashad - 2x Pills
Tempo:
63.2 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
E
F#
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [C#m]
[E] [C#m] Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you too.
Tryna spit a few [E] flows to get my money up.
Look I'm 20 years old and [C#] I ain't done enough.
[A] And to the sensei, roll another blunt for my real nigga Kimbae.
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village, that's what them niggas is [C#m] killing it in Chicago.
Yeah, now put the gun [A] down.
Waiting to [C#m] put the world on them.
I get tired of the problems and the [E] pressure and the bitches and the bitching.
[C#m] Come and get your girl homie.
Shallow dreams and [F#] broken hearts.
Black gangsters.
[C#m] They tryna make material wishes and [E] spiritual blessings.
They stay focused on the fear of your pictures.
You [C#m] got your motherfucking hands.
[F#] So far away, [C#] so far away.
I [A] still, I still hear the [C#m] gun sound.
Bang, bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang.
[E] Yeah, I love this shit.
Bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang, bang.
Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you lose.
A nigga need bail so get your money [E] up.
I'm 20 years old and I [C#m] ain't done enough.
Lord I swear I got the answer for my people.
[E] And bullets bring the reaper.
I heard my first lie in the church from a preacher.
I sag low cause [C#m] it's what they wanna keep.
Just give me love, give me sex, give me reefer.
[F#] And after school getting high with the [C#] teachers.
I tried to promise my [E] mama I make it honest.
Say what's on your heart, I promise they call it conscience.
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you comment.
[C#m] Just get your motherfucking hands [E] up.
So far away, [C#m] so far away.
I [F#] still, I still [C#m] hear the gun sound.
Bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang.
Bang, I [A] get so, so far away.
[G] So far away, but I still, I still hear the gun [D#m] sound.
Bang, bang, [N] bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
[E] [C#m] Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you too.
Tryna spit a few [E] flows to get my money up.
Look I'm 20 years old and [C#] I ain't done enough.
[A] And to the sensei, roll another blunt for my real nigga Kimbae.
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village, that's what them niggas is [C#m] killing it in Chicago.
Yeah, now put the gun [A] down.
Waiting to [C#m] put the world on them.
I get tired of the problems and the [E] pressure and the bitches and the bitching.
[C#m] Come and get your girl homie.
Shallow dreams and [F#] broken hearts.
Black gangsters.
[C#m] They tryna make material wishes and [E] spiritual blessings.
They stay focused on the fear of your pictures.
You [C#m] got your motherfucking hands.
[F#] So far away, [C#] so far away.
I [A] still, I still hear the [C#m] gun sound.
Bang, bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang.
[E] Yeah, I love this shit.
Bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang, bang.
Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you lose.
A nigga need bail so get your money [E] up.
I'm 20 years old and I [C#m] ain't done enough.
Lord I swear I got the answer for my people.
[E] And bullets bring the reaper.
I heard my first lie in the church from a preacher.
I sag low cause [C#m] it's what they wanna keep.
Just give me love, give me sex, give me reefer.
[F#] And after school getting high with the [C#] teachers.
I tried to promise my [E] mama I make it honest.
Say what's on your heart, I promise they call it conscience.
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you comment.
[C#m] Just get your motherfucking hands [E] up.
So far away, [C#m] so far away.
I [F#] still, I still [C#m] hear the gun sound.
Bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang.
Bang, I [A] get so, so far away.
[G] So far away, but I still, I still hear the gun [D#m] sound.
Bang, bang, [N] bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Key:
C#m
E
F#
A
C#
C#m
E
F#
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you too.
Tryna spit a few [E] flows to get my money up.
Look I'm 20 years old and [C#] I ain't done enough.
[A] And to the sensei, roll another blunt for my real nigga Kimbae.
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village, that's what them niggas is [C#m] killing it in Chicago.
Yeah, now put the gun [A] down.
Waiting to [C#m] put the world on them.
I get tired of the problems and the [E] pressure and the bitches and the bitching.
[C#m] Come and get your girl homie.
Shallow dreams and [F#] broken hearts.
Black gangsters.
[C#m] They tryna make material wishes and [E] spiritual blessings.
They stay focused on the fear of your pictures.
You [C#m] got your motherfucking hands.
[F#] So far away, [C#] so far away.
I [A] still, I still hear the [C#m] gun sound.
Bang, bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang.
[E] Yeah, I love this shit.
Bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang, bang.
Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you lose.
A nigga need bail so get your money [E] up.
I'm 20 years old and I [C#m] ain't done enough.
Lord I swear I got the answer for my people.
[E] And bullets bring the reaper.
I heard my first lie in the church from a preacher.
I sag low cause [C#m] it's what they wanna keep.
Just give me love, give me sex, give me reefer.
[F#] And after school getting high with the [C#] teachers.
I tried to promise my [E] mama I make it honest.
Say what's on your heart, I promise they call it conscience.
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you comment.
[C#m] Just get your motherfucking hands [E] up.
So far away, [C#m] so far away.
I [F#] still, I still [C#m] hear the gun sound.
Bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang.
_ _ _ Bang, I [A] get so, so far away.
[G] So far away, but I still, I still hear the gun [D#m] sound.
Bang, bang, [N] bang, bang, bang, bang, _ bang, bang. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you too.
Tryna spit a few [E] flows to get my money up.
Look I'm 20 years old and [C#] I ain't done enough.
[A] And to the sensei, roll another blunt for my real nigga Kimbae.
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village, that's what them niggas is [C#m] killing it in Chicago.
Yeah, now put the gun [A] down.
Waiting to [C#m] put the world on them.
I get tired of the problems and the [E] pressure and the bitches and the bitching.
[C#m] Come and get your girl homie.
Shallow dreams and [F#] broken hearts.
Black gangsters.
[C#m] They tryna make material wishes and [E] spiritual blessings.
They stay focused on the fear of your pictures.
You [C#m] got your motherfucking hands.
[F#] So far away, [C#] so far away.
I [A] still, I still hear the [C#m] gun sound.
Bang, bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang.
[E] Yeah, I love this shit.
Bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang, bang.
Two pills and a Mac 11, red and blue, you lose.
A nigga need bail so get your money [E] up.
I'm 20 years old and I [C#m] ain't done enough.
Lord I swear I got the answer for my people.
[E] And bullets bring the reaper.
I heard my first lie in the church from a preacher.
I sag low cause [C#m] it's what they wanna keep.
Just give me love, give me sex, give me reefer.
[F#] And after school getting high with the [C#] teachers.
I tried to promise my [E] mama I make it honest.
Say what's on your heart, I promise they call it conscience.
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you comment.
[C#m] Just get your motherfucking hands [E] up.
So far away, [C#m] so far away.
I [F#] still, I still [C#m] hear the gun sound.
Bang, [E] bang, bang, [C#m] bang, bang.
_ _ _ Bang, I [A] get so, so far away.
[G] So far away, but I still, I still hear the gun [D#m] sound.
Bang, bang, [N] bang, bang, bang, bang, _ bang, bang. _ _ _ _ _
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