Chords for Nipsey Hussle "Picture Me Rollin" Official Video
Tempo:
143.75 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
G
Em
F#
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C#]
[G]
[C#m] [G#]
You, stop rolling that camera.
Put that camera away [G] now.
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[C#] [Bm] Picture me rolling, hip on [F#m] my sofa.
[G] Niggas look jealous, you [F#] gotta control it.
[E] Reaching my quota, [F#m] fixing my soda.
[G] Feeling connected to God, [F#] trying to get closer.
[Em] Stepping on roaches, [F#m] me and my loaches.
Just [G] trying to get over, trying not to get [E] swallowed by loaches.
Trying to stay [Em] focused, color like Moses.
Like [F#] somebody choked, sweat on my [Em] shoulder.
I feel these emotions, but still I keep going.
I've been to a [F#m] poet, I've [Em] been through the motions.
I'm feeling [F#m] heroic, but [G] life is a dice game.
And they dare you to [F#m] blow it.
You [G] might get a stripe man, but that ain't gonna pay for the [F#m] strollers.
It's never [Em] enough to keep soloing.
[C#] Hella your daddy a soldier, he needs you right [G] now in this moment.
Now, [F#] dad, on your back with your roses.
[B] See, I'm just [G] carving a sculpture.
You're trying to [F#m] tutor my approach.
I'm holding [G] back as the owner.
The moment of truth is upon us, [C#] go to promote us.
[Em] Picture me [F#] rolling, [F#m] with [G] my friends, not a [F#] worry.
[F#m] [Em] Then we can stop by the [F#] police.
[F#m] [G] [F#m]
[Em] Gotta make it [Bm] home to my [F#m] baby.
[G] Cause these days, next go [F#m] crazy.
[Em] Gotta make it home [F#] to my [F#m] baby.
[G] Cause these days, next day, man.
[F#m] [Em] Gotta make it home to my baby.
[F#m] [G] [E]
[F#m] I [Em] bet I'ma make it [F#m] home for my baby.
[G] [F#m]
[B] I [G] bet I'ma make it home [F#m] for my baby.
[G] [F#] I [E] bet I'ma make it [F#] home for your baby.
[Em] [F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m]
[N]
[G]
[C#m] [G#]
You, stop rolling that camera.
Put that camera away [G] now.
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[C#] [Bm] Picture me rolling, hip on [F#m] my sofa.
[G] Niggas look jealous, you [F#] gotta control it.
[E] Reaching my quota, [F#m] fixing my soda.
[G] Feeling connected to God, [F#] trying to get closer.
[Em] Stepping on roaches, [F#m] me and my loaches.
Just [G] trying to get over, trying not to get [E] swallowed by loaches.
Trying to stay [Em] focused, color like Moses.
Like [F#] somebody choked, sweat on my [Em] shoulder.
I feel these emotions, but still I keep going.
I've been to a [F#m] poet, I've [Em] been through the motions.
I'm feeling [F#m] heroic, but [G] life is a dice game.
And they dare you to [F#m] blow it.
You [G] might get a stripe man, but that ain't gonna pay for the [F#m] strollers.
It's never [Em] enough to keep soloing.
[C#] Hella your daddy a soldier, he needs you right [G] now in this moment.
Now, [F#] dad, on your back with your roses.
[B] See, I'm just [G] carving a sculpture.
You're trying to [F#m] tutor my approach.
I'm holding [G] back as the owner.
The moment of truth is upon us, [C#] go to promote us.
[Em] Picture me [F#] rolling, [F#m] with [G] my friends, not a [F#] worry.
[F#m] [Em] Then we can stop by the [F#] police.
[F#m] [G] [F#m]
[Em] Gotta make it [Bm] home to my [F#m] baby.
[G] Cause these days, next go [F#m] crazy.
[Em] Gotta make it home [F#] to my [F#m] baby.
[G] Cause these days, next day, man.
[F#m] [Em] Gotta make it home to my baby.
[F#m] [G] [E]
[F#m] I [Em] bet I'ma make it [F#m] home for my baby.
[G] [F#m]
[B] I [G] bet I'ma make it home [F#m] for my baby.
[G] [F#] I [E] bet I'ma make it [F#] home for your baby.
[Em] [F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m] [Em]
[F#m]
[N]
Key:
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_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ You, stop rolling that camera. _
Put that camera away [G] now. _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [Bm] Picture me rolling, _ hip on [F#m] my sofa.
_ [G] Niggas look jealous, you [F#] gotta control it.
[E] _ Reaching my quota, _ [F#m] fixing my soda.
_ [G] Feeling connected to God, [F#] trying to get closer.
_ [Em] Stepping on roaches, _ [F#m] me and my loaches.
Just [G] trying to get over, trying not to get [E] swallowed by loaches.
Trying to stay [Em] focused, color like Moses.
Like [F#] somebody choked, _ sweat on my [Em] shoulder.
I feel these emotions, but still I keep going.
_ I've been to a [F#m] poet, I've [Em] been through the motions.
I'm feeling [F#m] heroic, but [G] life is a dice game.
And they dare you to [F#m] blow it.
You [G] might get a stripe man, but that ain't gonna pay for the [F#m] strollers.
It's never [Em] enough to keep soloing.
[C#] Hella your daddy a soldier, he needs you right [G] now in this moment.
Now, [F#] dad, on your back with your roses.
[B] See, I'm just [G] carving a sculpture.
You're trying to [F#m] tutor my approach.
I'm holding [G] back as the owner.
The moment of truth is upon us, [C#] go to promote us.
[Em] Picture me _ [F#] rolling, [F#m] _ with [G] my friends, not a [F#] worry.
[F#m] _ _ [Em] Then we can stop by the [F#] police.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Gotta make it [Bm] home to my [F#m] baby.
_ [G] Cause these days, next go [F#m] crazy.
_ [Em] Gotta make it home [F#] to my [F#m] baby.
_ [G] Cause these days, next day, man.
[F#m] _ _ [Em] Gotta make it home to my baby.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#m] _ I [Em] bet I'ma make it [F#m] home for my baby.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[B] I [G] bet I'ma make it home [F#m] for my baby.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#] I [E] bet _ I'ma make it [F#] home for your baby.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ You, stop rolling that camera. _
Put that camera away [G] now. _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [Bm] Picture me rolling, _ hip on [F#m] my sofa.
_ [G] Niggas look jealous, you [F#] gotta control it.
[E] _ Reaching my quota, _ [F#m] fixing my soda.
_ [G] Feeling connected to God, [F#] trying to get closer.
_ [Em] Stepping on roaches, _ [F#m] me and my loaches.
Just [G] trying to get over, trying not to get [E] swallowed by loaches.
Trying to stay [Em] focused, color like Moses.
Like [F#] somebody choked, _ sweat on my [Em] shoulder.
I feel these emotions, but still I keep going.
_ I've been to a [F#m] poet, I've [Em] been through the motions.
I'm feeling [F#m] heroic, but [G] life is a dice game.
And they dare you to [F#m] blow it.
You [G] might get a stripe man, but that ain't gonna pay for the [F#m] strollers.
It's never [Em] enough to keep soloing.
[C#] Hella your daddy a soldier, he needs you right [G] now in this moment.
Now, [F#] dad, on your back with your roses.
[B] See, I'm just [G] carving a sculpture.
You're trying to [F#m] tutor my approach.
I'm holding [G] back as the owner.
The moment of truth is upon us, [C#] go to promote us.
[Em] Picture me _ [F#] rolling, [F#m] _ with [G] my friends, not a [F#] worry.
[F#m] _ _ [Em] Then we can stop by the [F#] police.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Gotta make it [Bm] home to my [F#m] baby.
_ [G] Cause these days, next go [F#m] crazy.
_ [Em] Gotta make it home [F#] to my [F#m] baby.
_ [G] Cause these days, next day, man.
[F#m] _ _ [Em] Gotta make it home to my baby.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#m] _ I [Em] bet I'ma make it [F#m] home for my baby.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[B] I [G] bet I'ma make it home [F#m] for my baby.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#] I [E] bet _ I'ma make it [F#] home for your baby.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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