Chords for Kevin Gates - Make Em Believe (Official Video)
Tempo:
98.5 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Abm
B
Db
Dbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[Abm] [Ab] I'm not famous but got everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I [Db] keep pulling out cars cuz my [B] block roll hard [Ab] in the trap like a running machine.
And to make them [Db] believe, make them believe, [Ab] make them believe, make them believe.
I don't know no one like this, I'm [B] so icy.
[Ab] I might not know how to [Abm] play but bitch I know I got my money right.
Money [Ab] right, money right.
Stick up, money right.
Keep your hands up, love to show my [Abm] ass, Mr.
Neville pick my pants up.
[Db] Big ol' watchin' bracelet lookin' like [B] a set of handcuffs.
[Ab] Bitch I'm dead game, chain swang when I stand [Dbm] up.
I'm from that south side [Ab] where shit ain't all brave.
The street nigga, I [Abm] ain't tryin' to be no basketball player.
My dog [B] in the feds, rank cuz he clutch [Ab] choppers.
See Atrus, Gun Cocka, Gun Power.
Game [Db] show put in the [Ab] thumbnail text and we still [Abm] hold pounds like a dumbbell rack.
[Ab] I know Roderick [B] Butler, the real [Ab] Roderick Butler yard full of pits.
AKA Big Brother.
[Abm] I'm from my little [Ab] town, who be gettin' money?
Hello [Abm] world, I'm the man out here.
My [Ab] name rank everywhere I [B] stand out here.
My name [Abm] rank everywhere I stand out here.
[Ab] Can't explain it cuz I know I'm not famous but God everybody's starin' at me.
I be pullin' [B] out cars cuz my block roll hard and [Ab] the trap like a [Abm] money machine.
And I make em believe, make em believe.
[Ab] I don't make em believe, make em believe.
I don't know no [Db] one like this, I'm so [B] icy.
I [Ab] might not know how to [Abm] behave but bitch I know I got my money right.
[Ab] Money right, money right, money right.
Fly rides, go to jail tryin' to shine, I don't need a drive [Db]-by.
[Ab] Interception, my pack [B] got intercepted.
My little wide receiver see them little fans, local [Abm] protection.
Curve where we see em, [Ab] curve where we leave em.
Back down up under the words of the preacher.
How [Db] about you want me dead?
The clock [B] on the clock and made [Ab] a promise to my hood.
Only the block on the fence [Gb] and the bitches to the [Ab] prison.
God loves [Ab] his children, God mother still suffers with a drug addiction.
[Eb] Bump and trap a [B] guy, gates like Jeezy.
[Abm] Straight drop, no whip, I ain't like Jeezy.
I ain't the equal of [Ab] the fucker.
Eight four and a half equal thirty-six [Abm] ounces.
Rick, you do the math.
[Dbm] Sixty-three off a [B] tooth, then stuff em in a bag.
Only thing you ever [Abm] cut was another nigga hair.
[Ab] Take a credit cause I know I'm not famous but God everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I be pulling out [Db] cars [B] cause my block roll hard and the [Ab] trap like a [Abm] machine.
[Abm] [Ab] I'm not famous but got everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I [Db] keep pulling out cars cuz my [B] block roll hard [Ab] in the trap like a running machine.
And to make them [Db] believe, make them believe, [Ab] make them believe, make them believe.
I don't know no one like this, I'm [B] so icy.
[Ab] I might not know how to [Abm] play but bitch I know I got my money right.
Money [Ab] right, money right.
Stick up, money right.
Keep your hands up, love to show my [Abm] ass, Mr.
Neville pick my pants up.
[Db] Big ol' watchin' bracelet lookin' like [B] a set of handcuffs.
[Ab] Bitch I'm dead game, chain swang when I stand [Dbm] up.
I'm from that south side [Ab] where shit ain't all brave.
The street nigga, I [Abm] ain't tryin' to be no basketball player.
My dog [B] in the feds, rank cuz he clutch [Ab] choppers.
See Atrus, Gun Cocka, Gun Power.
Game [Db] show put in the [Ab] thumbnail text and we still [Abm] hold pounds like a dumbbell rack.
[Ab] I know Roderick [B] Butler, the real [Ab] Roderick Butler yard full of pits.
AKA Big Brother.
[Abm] I'm from my little [Ab] town, who be gettin' money?
Hello [Abm] world, I'm the man out here.
My [Ab] name rank everywhere I [B] stand out here.
My name [Abm] rank everywhere I stand out here.
[Ab] Can't explain it cuz I know I'm not famous but God everybody's starin' at me.
I be pullin' [B] out cars cuz my block roll hard and [Ab] the trap like a [Abm] money machine.
And I make em believe, make em believe.
[Ab] I don't make em believe, make em believe.
I don't know no [Db] one like this, I'm so [B] icy.
I [Ab] might not know how to [Abm] behave but bitch I know I got my money right.
[Ab] Money right, money right, money right.
Fly rides, go to jail tryin' to shine, I don't need a drive [Db]-by.
[Ab] Interception, my pack [B] got intercepted.
My little wide receiver see them little fans, local [Abm] protection.
Curve where we see em, [Ab] curve where we leave em.
Back down up under the words of the preacher.
How [Db] about you want me dead?
The clock [B] on the clock and made [Ab] a promise to my hood.
Only the block on the fence [Gb] and the bitches to the [Ab] prison.
God loves [Ab] his children, God mother still suffers with a drug addiction.
[Eb] Bump and trap a [B] guy, gates like Jeezy.
[Abm] Straight drop, no whip, I ain't like Jeezy.
I ain't the equal of [Ab] the fucker.
Eight four and a half equal thirty-six [Abm] ounces.
Rick, you do the math.
[Dbm] Sixty-three off a [B] tooth, then stuff em in a bag.
Only thing you ever [Abm] cut was another nigga hair.
[Ab] Take a credit cause I know I'm not famous but God everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I be pulling out [Db] cars [B] cause my block roll hard and the [Ab] trap like a [Abm] machine.
Key:
Ab
Abm
B
Db
Dbm
Ab
Abm
B
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ I'm not famous but got everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I [Db] keep pulling out cars cuz my [B] block roll hard [Ab] in the trap like a running machine.
And to make them [Db] believe, make them believe, [Ab] make them believe, make them believe.
I don't know no one like this, I'm [B] so icy.
[Ab] I might not know how to [Abm] play but bitch I know I got my money right.
Money [Ab] right, money right.
Stick up, money right.
Keep your hands up, love to show my [Abm] ass, Mr.
Neville pick my pants up.
[Db] Big ol' watchin' bracelet lookin' like [B] a set of handcuffs.
[Ab] Bitch I'm dead game, chain swang when I stand [Dbm] up.
I'm from that south side [Ab] where shit ain't all brave.
The street nigga, I [Abm] ain't tryin' to be no basketball player.
My dog [B] in the feds, rank cuz he clutch [Ab] choppers.
See Atrus, Gun Cocka, Gun Power.
Game [Db] show put in the [Ab] thumbnail text and we still [Abm] hold pounds like a dumbbell rack.
[Ab] I know Roderick [B] Butler, the real [Ab] Roderick Butler yard full of pits.
AKA Big Brother.
[Abm] I'm from my little [Ab] town, who be gettin' money?
Hello [Abm] world, I'm the man out here.
My [Ab] name rank everywhere I [B] stand out here.
My name [Abm] rank everywhere I stand out here.
[Ab] Can't explain it cuz I know I'm not famous but God everybody's starin' at me.
I be pullin' [B] out cars cuz my block roll hard and [Ab] the trap like a [Abm] money machine.
And I make em believe, make em believe.
[Ab] I don't make em believe, make em believe.
I don't know no [Db] one like this, I'm so [B] icy.
I [Ab] might not know how to [Abm] behave but bitch I know I got my money right.
[Ab] Money right, money right, money right.
Fly rides, go to jail tryin' to shine, I don't need a drive [Db]-by.
[Ab] Interception, my pack [B] got intercepted.
My little wide receiver see them little fans, local [Abm] protection.
Curve where we see em, [Ab] curve where we leave em.
Back down up under the words of the preacher.
How [Db] about you want me dead?
The clock [B] on the clock and made [Ab] a promise to my hood.
Only the block on the fence [Gb] and the bitches to the [Ab] prison.
God loves [Ab] his children, God mother still suffers with a drug addiction.
[Eb] Bump and trap a [B] guy, gates like Jeezy.
[Abm] Straight drop, no whip, I ain't like Jeezy.
I ain't the equal of [Ab] the fucker.
Eight four and a half equal thirty-six [Abm] ounces.
Rick, you do the math.
[Dbm] Sixty-three off a [B] tooth, then stuff em in a bag.
Only thing you ever [Abm] cut was another nigga hair.
[Ab] Take a credit cause I know I'm not famous but God everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I be pulling out [Db] cars [B] cause my block roll hard and the [Ab] trap like a [Abm] machine. _
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ I'm not famous but got everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I [Db] keep pulling out cars cuz my [B] block roll hard [Ab] in the trap like a running machine.
And to make them [Db] believe, make them believe, [Ab] make them believe, make them believe.
I don't know no one like this, I'm [B] so icy.
[Ab] I might not know how to [Abm] play but bitch I know I got my money right.
Money [Ab] right, money right.
Stick up, money right.
Keep your hands up, love to show my [Abm] ass, Mr.
Neville pick my pants up.
[Db] Big ol' watchin' bracelet lookin' like [B] a set of handcuffs.
[Ab] Bitch I'm dead game, chain swang when I stand [Dbm] up.
I'm from that south side [Ab] where shit ain't all brave.
The street nigga, I [Abm] ain't tryin' to be no basketball player.
My dog [B] in the feds, rank cuz he clutch [Ab] choppers.
See Atrus, Gun Cocka, Gun Power.
Game [Db] show put in the [Ab] thumbnail text and we still [Abm] hold pounds like a dumbbell rack.
[Ab] I know Roderick [B] Butler, the real [Ab] Roderick Butler yard full of pits.
AKA Big Brother.
[Abm] I'm from my little [Ab] town, who be gettin' money?
Hello [Abm] world, I'm the man out here.
My [Ab] name rank everywhere I [B] stand out here.
My name [Abm] rank everywhere I stand out here.
[Ab] Can't explain it cuz I know I'm not famous but God everybody's starin' at me.
I be pullin' [B] out cars cuz my block roll hard and [Ab] the trap like a [Abm] money machine.
And I make em believe, make em believe.
[Ab] I don't make em believe, make em believe.
I don't know no [Db] one like this, I'm so [B] icy.
I [Ab] might not know how to [Abm] behave but bitch I know I got my money right.
[Ab] Money right, money right, money right.
Fly rides, go to jail tryin' to shine, I don't need a drive [Db]-by.
[Ab] Interception, my pack [B] got intercepted.
My little wide receiver see them little fans, local [Abm] protection.
Curve where we see em, [Ab] curve where we leave em.
Back down up under the words of the preacher.
How [Db] about you want me dead?
The clock [B] on the clock and made [Ab] a promise to my hood.
Only the block on the fence [Gb] and the bitches to the [Ab] prison.
God loves [Ab] his children, God mother still suffers with a drug addiction.
[Eb] Bump and trap a [B] guy, gates like Jeezy.
[Abm] Straight drop, no whip, I ain't like Jeezy.
I ain't the equal of [Ab] the fucker.
Eight four and a half equal thirty-six [Abm] ounces.
Rick, you do the math.
[Dbm] Sixty-three off a [B] tooth, then stuff em in a bag.
Only thing you ever [Abm] cut was another nigga hair.
[Ab] Take a credit cause I know I'm not famous but God everybody [Abm] staring at me.
I be pulling out [Db] cars [B] cause my block roll hard and the [Ab] trap like a [Abm] machine. _