Chords for Royce 5'9 - Upside Down (ft. Ashley Sorrell & Benny The Butcher) - Official Video
Tempo:
77 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
F#
E
F#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
When you pull out, will you pull it out?
You the shooter, shoot the bullet
Do you back up what you say?
You're sure Mr.
Shooter, boy
Don't you give back to the hood
You're far more run, go shoot the shooter
When you got beat, do you stand or run?
Or talk from your [F#m] computer?
Do [Bm] you boss up with your people?
Or hate cause you can't do it?
Will you sleep at home to power?
Or be silent like the bullet?
Which one are you?
Which one are you?
[F#]
[Bm] Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
Just tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas
Why the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave niggas
You think you the people's champ cause people playing your single
But I don't think that you should keep playing with me though
Cause every time I squeeze a dance three-fold, that's the reaper playing bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on a pita pan frivos
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio Viacom jangle
Got my whole diatribe tangled, sitting high up on them tires
On my high horse I'm Django, likened by white powder John Stamos
Probably the only art in Suka father time John Amos
Rapper God erupting out of a Comic-Con Kano
Commit lyrical homicide, Wabaside Primo
To the downers I'm Drano, to the genre I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he's sicker than that, I have the antidote
Take it back to when there was apes in the pack
Kidnap you over that little rap you wrote
Leave your family taken aback by the handsome quote
That I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefing
Guerrilla nigga killing it with a TL
Verbal abuse in females
Bill Maher used the term nigga so loosely
Cause truthfully he know that he be using it on a DL
Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with ton of perks
Black kids just aggravated and had to take a ton of perks
He come to church the first and 21st
And when he come to dirt, Gucci ain't the only ones
Putting black faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters
Eric Cartman, that bears a striking resemblance to Sarah Bartman
Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
[E] Remember, the effort has [F#] to go into the art, [Bm] not the wave
[D] Everybody talking about they own they masters
But if [F#] the music don't age well, [Bm] it don't matter
It's like you own [E] 100% of nothing
[F#] Know your value
[Bm] The [G] butcher coming nigga
[Bm] All them times you gave him your best
Got you complicating your stress
Cash runes your last move
Got him contemplating you next
I'm the one behind the wheel
When them conversations go left
I need violence, she wireless
I'm okay with the tech
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it
And storytellers, of course we fellas
Soda brick whited and Tori Spelling
World would kill us, nobody on my block
Was poured in us
I put a fork in a pot and got a euphoric feeling
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids put heaters at school on the CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school
Serving out pots, had me turning out blocks
It's Griselda nigga, you know we the firm without box
Everything about timing, and I was stern on my clock
Cause niggas out and out riding, trying to earn what I got
Stick to the strip, my advantage was hustle
So I'm saying off the muscle
I'm hearing careers I could cancel a couple
To shoot across the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in a duffel, with both hands full I ain't panic
I juggle, I'm very confident, got barely popping it
Young niggas treat A Project Chick like Kay Washington
Jail back stabbing the hell, I took A consequence
The yard big enough for the crib to bury hostages
You the shooter, shoot the bullet
Do you back up what you say?
You're sure Mr.
Shooter, boy
Don't you give back to the hood
You're far more run, go shoot the shooter
When you got beat, do you stand or run?
Or talk from your [F#m] computer?
Do [Bm] you boss up with your people?
Or hate cause you can't do it?
Will you sleep at home to power?
Or be silent like the bullet?
Which one are you?
Which one are you?
[F#]
[Bm] Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
Just tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas
Why the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave niggas
You think you the people's champ cause people playing your single
But I don't think that you should keep playing with me though
Cause every time I squeeze a dance three-fold, that's the reaper playing bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on a pita pan frivos
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio Viacom jangle
Got my whole diatribe tangled, sitting high up on them tires
On my high horse I'm Django, likened by white powder John Stamos
Probably the only art in Suka father time John Amos
Rapper God erupting out of a Comic-Con Kano
Commit lyrical homicide, Wabaside Primo
To the downers I'm Drano, to the genre I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he's sicker than that, I have the antidote
Take it back to when there was apes in the pack
Kidnap you over that little rap you wrote
Leave your family taken aback by the handsome quote
That I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefing
Guerrilla nigga killing it with a TL
Verbal abuse in females
Bill Maher used the term nigga so loosely
Cause truthfully he know that he be using it on a DL
Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with ton of perks
Black kids just aggravated and had to take a ton of perks
He come to church the first and 21st
And when he come to dirt, Gucci ain't the only ones
Putting black faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters
Eric Cartman, that bears a striking resemblance to Sarah Bartman
Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
[E] Remember, the effort has [F#] to go into the art, [Bm] not the wave
[D] Everybody talking about they own they masters
But if [F#] the music don't age well, [Bm] it don't matter
It's like you own [E] 100% of nothing
[F#] Know your value
[Bm] The [G] butcher coming nigga
[Bm] All them times you gave him your best
Got you complicating your stress
Cash runes your last move
Got him contemplating you next
I'm the one behind the wheel
When them conversations go left
I need violence, she wireless
I'm okay with the tech
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it
And storytellers, of course we fellas
Soda brick whited and Tori Spelling
World would kill us, nobody on my block
Was poured in us
I put a fork in a pot and got a euphoric feeling
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids put heaters at school on the CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school
Serving out pots, had me turning out blocks
It's Griselda nigga, you know we the firm without box
Everything about timing, and I was stern on my clock
Cause niggas out and out riding, trying to earn what I got
Stick to the strip, my advantage was hustle
So I'm saying off the muscle
I'm hearing careers I could cancel a couple
To shoot across the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in a duffel, with both hands full I ain't panic
I juggle, I'm very confident, got barely popping it
Young niggas treat A Project Chick like Kay Washington
Jail back stabbing the hell, I took A consequence
The yard big enough for the crib to bury hostages
Key:
Bm
F#
E
F#m
D
Bm
F#
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ When you pull out, will you pull it out?
You the shooter, shoot the bullet
Do you back up what you say?
You're sure Mr.
Shooter, boy
Don't you give back to the hood
You're far more run, go shoot the shooter
When you got beat, do you stand or run?
Or talk from your [F#m] computer?
Do [Bm] you boss up with your people?
Or hate cause you can't do it?
Will you sleep at home to power?
Or be silent like the bullet?
Which one are you?
_ _ _ _ Which one are you?
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
[Bm] Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
Just tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas
Why the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave niggas
You think you the people's champ cause people playing your single
But I don't think that you should keep playing with me though
Cause every time I squeeze a dance three-fold, that's the reaper playing bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on a pita pan frivos
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio Viacom jangle
Got my whole diatribe tangled, sitting high up on them tires
On my high horse I'm Django, likened by white powder John Stamos
Probably the only art in Suka father time John Amos
Rapper God erupting out of a Comic-Con Kano
Commit lyrical homicide, Wabaside Primo
To the downers I'm Drano, to the genre I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he's sicker than that, I have the antidote
Take it back to when there was apes in the pack
Kidnap you over that little rap you wrote
Leave your family taken aback by the handsome quote
That I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefing
Guerrilla nigga killing it with a TL
Verbal abuse in females
Bill Maher used the term nigga so loosely
Cause truthfully he know that he be using it on a DL
Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with ton of perks
Black kids just aggravated and had to take a ton of perks
He come to church the first and 21st
And when he come to dirt, Gucci ain't the only ones
Putting black faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters
Eric Cartman, that bears a striking resemblance to Sarah Bartman
Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
_ _ _ [E] Remember, the effort has [F#] to go into the art, [Bm] not the wave
[D] Everybody talking about they own they masters
But if [F#] the music don't age well, [Bm] it don't matter
It's like you own [E] 100% of nothing
[F#] Know your value
[Bm] The [G] butcher coming nigga
_ [Bm] All them times you gave him your best
Got you complicating your stress
Cash runes your last move
Got him contemplating you next
I'm the one behind the wheel
When them conversations go left
I need violence, she wireless
I'm okay with the tech
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it
And storytellers, of course we fellas
Soda brick whited and Tori Spelling
World would kill us, nobody on my block
Was poured in us
I put a fork in a pot and got a euphoric feeling
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids put heaters at school on the CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school
Serving out pots, had me turning out blocks
It's Griselda nigga, you know we the firm without box
Everything about timing, and I was stern on my clock
Cause niggas out and out riding, trying to earn what I got
Stick to the strip, my advantage was hustle
So I'm saying off the muscle
I'm hearing careers I could cancel a couple
To shoot across the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in a duffel, with both hands full I ain't panic
I juggle, I'm very confident, got barely popping it
Young niggas treat A Project Chick like Kay Washington
Jail back stabbing the hell, I took A consequence
The yard big enough for the crib to bury hostages _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ When you pull out, will you pull it out?
You the shooter, shoot the bullet
Do you back up what you say?
You're sure Mr.
Shooter, boy
Don't you give back to the hood
You're far more run, go shoot the shooter
When you got beat, do you stand or run?
Or talk from your [F#m] computer?
Do [Bm] you boss up with your people?
Or hate cause you can't do it?
Will you sleep at home to power?
Or be silent like the bullet?
Which one are you?
_ _ _ _ Which one are you?
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
[Bm] Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
Just tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas
Why the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave niggas
You think you the people's champ cause people playing your single
But I don't think that you should keep playing with me though
Cause every time I squeeze a dance three-fold, that's the reaper playing bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on a pita pan frivos
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio Viacom jangle
Got my whole diatribe tangled, sitting high up on them tires
On my high horse I'm Django, likened by white powder John Stamos
Probably the only art in Suka father time John Amos
Rapper God erupting out of a Comic-Con Kano
Commit lyrical homicide, Wabaside Primo
To the downers I'm Drano, to the genre I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he's sicker than that, I have the antidote
Take it back to when there was apes in the pack
Kidnap you over that little rap you wrote
Leave your family taken aback by the handsome quote
That I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefing
Guerrilla nigga killing it with a TL
Verbal abuse in females
Bill Maher used the term nigga so loosely
Cause truthfully he know that he be using it on a DL
Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with ton of perks
Black kids just aggravated and had to take a ton of perks
He come to church the first and 21st
And when he come to dirt, Gucci ain't the only ones
Putting black faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters
Eric Cartman, that bears a striking resemblance to Sarah Bartman
Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
_ _ _ [E] Remember, the effort has [F#] to go into the art, [Bm] not the wave
[D] Everybody talking about they own they masters
But if [F#] the music don't age well, [Bm] it don't matter
It's like you own [E] 100% of nothing
[F#] Know your value
[Bm] The [G] butcher coming nigga
_ [Bm] All them times you gave him your best
Got you complicating your stress
Cash runes your last move
Got him contemplating you next
I'm the one behind the wheel
When them conversations go left
I need violence, she wireless
I'm okay with the tech
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it
And storytellers, of course we fellas
Soda brick whited and Tori Spelling
World would kill us, nobody on my block
Was poured in us
I put a fork in a pot and got a euphoric feeling
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids put heaters at school on the CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school
Serving out pots, had me turning out blocks
It's Griselda nigga, you know we the firm without box
Everything about timing, and I was stern on my clock
Cause niggas out and out riding, trying to earn what I got
Stick to the strip, my advantage was hustle
So I'm saying off the muscle
I'm hearing careers I could cancel a couple
To shoot across the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in a duffel, with both hands full I ain't panic
I juggle, I'm very confident, got barely popping it
Young niggas treat A Project Chick like Kay Washington
Jail back stabbing the hell, I took A consequence
The yard big enough for the crib to bury hostages _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _