Chords for Pusha T - Dreamin Of The Past (Live Session) | Vevo Ctrl
Tempo:
80.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
E
A
D
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [F#m] I was dreaming [E] of a plan
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Key:
F#m
E
A
D
C#m
F#m
E
A
[A] [F#m] I was dreaming [E] of a plan
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money _
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah _ _
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It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls and back up bodegas, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin'
Weight [D#] loss, rent loss, [E] scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My [F#m] niggas get money, get money, get money _
[D] Gun stutter, make the drumline like [A] Gramblin'
MGM [F#m] gamblin', blew a small [E] mansion
Annoyed cause this bitch callin' Lawn Vaughn Lambin'
Fuck who you stampin', them [C#m] niggas just [F#m] standin'
It's not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin' top five, I only see top me
[A] Award shows the only way you [F#m] bitches can rob me
[E] It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip em' baby if you flinch at the price of bodega, [F#m] uh
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah, bruh
You niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar, Nespalese, I got jacket linin'
You and your bitch income [E] combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond [F#m] minin'
Find em', I came up with Enzo [D] Drippers
So you got to understand, there's a difference
[A] There's window stickers and window [D] liquors
You know the [E] type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your [F#m] sister
We won't faggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no [A] kisses
Made a way for [F#m] ourselves, we ain't need no [E] witches
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
We hollow [C#m] the walls and pack the [F#m] bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, it's a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters, he's out of [E] his prime
Yet, always where the money's at, like lottery [F#m] signs
Still I climb, [A] rockstar, third eye [D] blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be [A] time
No reward for [F#m] the latter, so it gotta be [E] mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shined
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the [F#m] players
We hollow the walls and pack the bodegas
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, gimme, he got plenty, yeah _ _
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