Chords for J.I.D - "Pro Verbs" (Late Lunch)
Tempo:
70.425 bpm
Chords used:
G
Eb
Gm
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm gonna be number one.
[G] And [Eb] then I'm gonna tell you.
[G] [C] It's [D] probably number three.
[Gm]
[C]
[Am] [A] [Eb] Y'all want that real **** back then please say so you **** got the man's on a show.
I'm walking around with the trying to ****
[G] [Eb]
[Gm]
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
Crack a back play the sex call.
He ain't gonna react.
Just relax bro.
It ain't for a show.
I'm just watering my lawn because I turn on the whole.
One be you.
You focus on one.
You never be two.
And then number two most n****s see through.
But now that I [G] think that's probably number three [B] too.
And [Gm] then number four is like poor deuce deuce.
Nice to wrong book.
I'm looking at the wrong rules.
Number five says purchase a cool all black.
No shoes.
Then he topped the roof and then get your windows and doors bulletproof.
So the shots can come in.
But then we spray out the roof dog n****s like at your bitch like a wolf or a pack of spill n****s government.
My own troops.
Give me some of that Gil Scott.
Turn on the loop.
Motherfuck your drum.
Something is fitted to the fluke.
Talk around my city.
Just point them out.
Who got the juice?
Couldn't quote my shit.
Probably break a fucking tooth.
You're talking about the scale of earthquake.
The fucking booth.
I shake it to this fucking loose.
Fuck a rapper.
Fuck a cougar.
My dick like fucking to a fucking mattress.
Fuck the address and let your asses act.
Do the fools need to be captured?
I'm the master.
I'm the master.
And they won't assassinate me.
Why they won't hate me.
I just need to kill for these rap bar babies in the Beijing beach to come massage.
Didn't break me.
Take me.
Taste these kids.
And I'm on back to my day skin.
You live in single like regime in Queens.
I'm probably coaching your team.
I'm Joe.
My DC girl.
Tell me [G] she loves [Eb] so I put a hair in his pen.
Bang, bang.
It's all black.
Shot.
Rain.
Cops came.
Niggas.
No.
A river does.
Yeah.
[Db] [N]
[G] And [Eb] then I'm gonna tell you.
[G] [C] It's [D] probably number three.
[Gm]
[C]
[Am] [A] [Eb] Y'all want that real **** back then please say so you **** got the man's on a show.
I'm walking around with the trying to ****
[G] [Eb]
[Gm]
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
Crack a back play the sex call.
He ain't gonna react.
Just relax bro.
It ain't for a show.
I'm just watering my lawn because I turn on the whole.
One be you.
You focus on one.
You never be two.
And then number two most n****s see through.
But now that I [G] think that's probably number three [B] too.
And [Gm] then number four is like poor deuce deuce.
Nice to wrong book.
I'm looking at the wrong rules.
Number five says purchase a cool all black.
No shoes.
Then he topped the roof and then get your windows and doors bulletproof.
So the shots can come in.
But then we spray out the roof dog n****s like at your bitch like a wolf or a pack of spill n****s government.
My own troops.
Give me some of that Gil Scott.
Turn on the loop.
Motherfuck your drum.
Something is fitted to the fluke.
Talk around my city.
Just point them out.
Who got the juice?
Couldn't quote my shit.
Probably break a fucking tooth.
You're talking about the scale of earthquake.
The fucking booth.
I shake it to this fucking loose.
Fuck a rapper.
Fuck a cougar.
My dick like fucking to a fucking mattress.
Fuck the address and let your asses act.
Do the fools need to be captured?
I'm the master.
I'm the master.
And they won't assassinate me.
Why they won't hate me.
I just need to kill for these rap bar babies in the Beijing beach to come massage.
Didn't break me.
Take me.
Taste these kids.
And I'm on back to my day skin.
You live in single like regime in Queens.
I'm probably coaching your team.
I'm Joe.
My DC girl.
Tell me [G] she loves [Eb] so I put a hair in his pen.
Bang, bang.
It's all black.
Shot.
Rain.
Cops came.
Niggas.
No.
A river does.
Yeah.
[Db] [N]
Key:
G
Eb
Gm
C
D
G
Eb
Gm
I'm gonna be number one.
[G] And _ [Eb] _ then I'm gonna tell you.
[G] _ [C] It's [D] probably number three.
_ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ [Eb] Y'all want that real **** back then please say so you **** got the man's on a show.
I'm walking around with the trying to ****
_ _ [G] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
_ I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
Crack a back play the sex call.
He ain't gonna react.
Just relax bro.
It ain't for a show.
I'm just watering my lawn because I turn on the whole.
One be you.
You focus on one.
You never be two.
And then number two most n****s see through.
But now that I [G] think that's probably number three [B] too.
And [Gm] then number four is like poor deuce deuce.
Nice to wrong book.
I'm looking at the wrong rules.
Number five says purchase a cool all black.
No shoes.
Then he topped the roof and then get your windows and doors bulletproof.
So the shots can come in.
But then we spray out the roof dog n****s like at your bitch like a wolf or a pack of spill n****s government.
My own troops.
Give me some of that Gil Scott.
Turn on the loop.
Motherfuck your drum.
Something is fitted to the fluke.
Talk around my city.
Just point them out.
Who got the juice?
Couldn't quote my shit.
Probably break a fucking tooth.
You're talking about the scale of earthquake.
The fucking booth.
I shake it to this fucking loose.
Fuck a rapper.
Fuck a cougar.
My dick like fucking to a fucking mattress.
Fuck the address and let your asses act.
Do the fools need to be captured?
I'm the master.
I'm the master.
And they won't assassinate me.
Why they won't hate me.
I just need to kill for these rap bar babies in the Beijing beach to come massage.
Didn't break me.
Take me.
Taste these kids.
And I'm on back to my day skin.
You live in single like regime in Queens.
I'm probably coaching your team.
I'm Joe.
My DC girl.
Tell me [G] she loves [Eb] so I put a hair in his pen.
Bang, bang.
It's all black.
Shot.
Rain.
Cops came.
Niggas.
No.
A river does.
Yeah.
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[G] And _ [Eb] _ then I'm gonna tell you.
[G] _ [C] It's [D] probably number three.
_ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ [Eb] Y'all want that real **** back then please say so you **** got the man's on a show.
I'm walking around with the trying to ****
_ _ [G] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
_ I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
I'm gonna be number one.
Crack a back play the sex call.
He ain't gonna react.
Just relax bro.
It ain't for a show.
I'm just watering my lawn because I turn on the whole.
One be you.
You focus on one.
You never be two.
And then number two most n****s see through.
But now that I [G] think that's probably number three [B] too.
And [Gm] then number four is like poor deuce deuce.
Nice to wrong book.
I'm looking at the wrong rules.
Number five says purchase a cool all black.
No shoes.
Then he topped the roof and then get your windows and doors bulletproof.
So the shots can come in.
But then we spray out the roof dog n****s like at your bitch like a wolf or a pack of spill n****s government.
My own troops.
Give me some of that Gil Scott.
Turn on the loop.
Motherfuck your drum.
Something is fitted to the fluke.
Talk around my city.
Just point them out.
Who got the juice?
Couldn't quote my shit.
Probably break a fucking tooth.
You're talking about the scale of earthquake.
The fucking booth.
I shake it to this fucking loose.
Fuck a rapper.
Fuck a cougar.
My dick like fucking to a fucking mattress.
Fuck the address and let your asses act.
Do the fools need to be captured?
I'm the master.
I'm the master.
And they won't assassinate me.
Why they won't hate me.
I just need to kill for these rap bar babies in the Beijing beach to come massage.
Didn't break me.
Take me.
Taste these kids.
And I'm on back to my day skin.
You live in single like regime in Queens.
I'm probably coaching your team.
I'm Joe.
My DC girl.
Tell me [G] she loves [Eb] so I put a hair in his pen.
Bang, bang.
It's all black.
Shot.
Rain.
Cops came.
Niggas.
No.
A river does.
Yeah.
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _