TEC - NEVER (Official Music Video) Chords
Tempo:
80.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
G#m
F#m
F#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m]
I'ma let you [E] know I can't [F#m] hear you.
[B] And you know I [G#m] can't hear you.
But I can let you [F#] know that I see your cryin'.
[G#m]
[C#m] And I never let the streets burn.
Man I [F#] really miss my niggas, feel like seeing them.
And we [G#m] keep them albums with us home depot.
No matter [C#m] what you never tell, I ain't [F#] needin' no.
Oh [C#m] no, still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [B] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach growl.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga, catch you in my stomach growl.
Better have a rod up in that third and in the [F#m] section be a murder.
In the second block 3357, [G#m] take the take.
But I look [F#] better with the mag team.
[C#m] I know you heard about us steppin' like we [F#] tag team.
And y'all a [C#m] flipper, let me rip her cause my [F#m] accent.
Hold on nigga, tryna dick a fucker left hand.
[G#m] We got these rap scenes bitch like it's Pac [F#] Gunstein.
And the [C#m] Pac's all tan, fuck the [B] Tex, y'all [C#m] banned.
I been been in kinda teams, feel like Nietzsche, like [F#m] Nico.
Y'all thought that I was skinny, bitch I'm still tryna [G#m] rip.
I just signed my deal, but I'm still in the [C#m] streets.
Rest in peace Orilla, why they [E] stealin' from [C#m] me?
[F#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
Still keep a weapon when I'm [F#] runnin' around.
Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [G#m] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach grow.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga catch you in my stomach grow.
Young nigga died with a gun in hand.
[F#m] Mission unaccomplished, he'll never see his son again.
[G#m] Got one in the coupe and play him shootin' I ain't fumblin'.
Two [C#m] of Xans, two of San, hooligans.
Only one with the two [F#] to can.
[C#m] I work you more, ball you in that Rueber den.
[F#m] Put that two down on your shooter, he won't [F#] shoot again.
[G#m] Talk to that bitch, you off his dick tonight, he can't use his hand.
Word [C#m] is goin' through that man, if you feelin' old, you can't feel that man.
Heads get close, heads get sold, to the [E] hills of high [F#m] power.
I ain't [B] never die, coward, shootout last a whole hour.
That's a lot of gunpowder in the air, bullets [F#] shot with a lot of shells.
Smoke clear, you can guess who was still [C#m] there.
And I ain't never let the street go.
Man I [F#m] really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo.
I'm a [G#m] heathen man, but word is homie, he fall.
No matter [F#] what he never [C#m] tell, I ain't need no, [F#] or [C#m] law.
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Papa make a thunderstorm, if he fall, run [B] him down.
[G#m] I swear to God, I'm a legend and my stomach grown.
[C#m] Better have a raw nigga catch you in my stomach grown.
[F#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
I'ma let you [E] know I can't [F#m] hear you.
[B] And you know I [G#m] can't hear you.
But I can let you [F#] know that I see your cryin'.
[G#m]
[C#m] And I never let the streets burn.
Man I [F#] really miss my niggas, feel like seeing them.
And we [G#m] keep them albums with us home depot.
No matter [C#m] what you never tell, I ain't [F#] needin' no.
Oh [C#m] no, still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [B] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach growl.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga, catch you in my stomach growl.
Better have a rod up in that third and in the [F#m] section be a murder.
In the second block 3357, [G#m] take the take.
But I look [F#] better with the mag team.
[C#m] I know you heard about us steppin' like we [F#] tag team.
And y'all a [C#m] flipper, let me rip her cause my [F#m] accent.
Hold on nigga, tryna dick a fucker left hand.
[G#m] We got these rap scenes bitch like it's Pac [F#] Gunstein.
And the [C#m] Pac's all tan, fuck the [B] Tex, y'all [C#m] banned.
I been been in kinda teams, feel like Nietzsche, like [F#m] Nico.
Y'all thought that I was skinny, bitch I'm still tryna [G#m] rip.
I just signed my deal, but I'm still in the [C#m] streets.
Rest in peace Orilla, why they [E] stealin' from [C#m] me?
[F#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
Still keep a weapon when I'm [F#] runnin' around.
Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [G#m] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach grow.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga catch you in my stomach grow.
Young nigga died with a gun in hand.
[F#m] Mission unaccomplished, he'll never see his son again.
[G#m] Got one in the coupe and play him shootin' I ain't fumblin'.
Two [C#m] of Xans, two of San, hooligans.
Only one with the two [F#] to can.
[C#m] I work you more, ball you in that Rueber den.
[F#m] Put that two down on your shooter, he won't [F#] shoot again.
[G#m] Talk to that bitch, you off his dick tonight, he can't use his hand.
Word [C#m] is goin' through that man, if you feelin' old, you can't feel that man.
Heads get close, heads get sold, to the [E] hills of high [F#m] power.
I ain't [B] never die, coward, shootout last a whole hour.
That's a lot of gunpowder in the air, bullets [F#] shot with a lot of shells.
Smoke clear, you can guess who was still [C#m] there.
And I ain't never let the street go.
Man I [F#m] really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo.
I'm a [G#m] heathen man, but word is homie, he fall.
No matter [F#] what he never [C#m] tell, I ain't need no, [F#] or [C#m] law.
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Papa make a thunderstorm, if he fall, run [B] him down.
[G#m] I swear to God, I'm a legend and my stomach grown.
[C#m] Better have a raw nigga catch you in my stomach grown.
[F#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
Key:
C#m
G#m
F#m
F#
B
C#m
G#m
F#m
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'ma let you [E] know I can't [F#m] hear you.
[B] And you know I [G#m] can't hear you.
_ But I can let you [F#] know that I see your cryin'.
[G#m]
[C#m] And I never let the streets burn.
Man I [F#] really miss my niggas, feel like seeing them.
And we [G#m] keep them albums with us home depot.
No matter [C#m] what you never tell, I ain't [F#] needin' no.
Oh [C#m] no, still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [B] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach growl.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga, catch you in my stomach growl.
Better have a rod up in that third and in the [F#m] section be a murder.
In the second block 3357, [G#m] take the take.
But I look [F#] better with the mag team.
[C#m] I know you heard about us steppin' like we [F#] tag team.
And y'all a [C#m] flipper, let me rip her cause my [F#m] accent.
Hold on nigga, tryna dick a fucker left hand.
[G#m] We got these rap scenes bitch like it's Pac [F#] Gunstein.
And the [C#m] Pac's all tan, fuck the [B] Tex, y'all [C#m] banned.
I been been in kinda teams, feel like Nietzsche, like [F#m] Nico.
Y'all thought that I was skinny, bitch I'm still tryna [G#m] rip.
I just signed my deal, but I'm still in the [C#m] streets.
Rest in peace Orilla, why they [E] stealin' from [C#m] me?
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
Still keep a weapon when I'm [F#] runnin' around.
Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [G#m] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach grow.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga catch you in my stomach grow.
Young nigga died with a gun in hand.
[F#m] Mission unaccomplished, he'll never see his son again.
[G#m] Got one in the coupe and play him shootin' I ain't fumblin'.
Two [C#m] of Xans, two of San, hooligans.
Only one with the two [F#] to can.
[C#m] I work you more, ball you in that Rueber den.
[F#m] Put that two down on your shooter, he won't [F#] shoot again.
[G#m] Talk to that bitch, you off his dick tonight, he can't use his hand.
Word [C#m] is goin' through that man, if you feelin' old, you can't feel that man.
Heads get close, heads get sold, to the [E] hills of high [F#m] power.
I ain't [B] never die, coward, shootout last a whole hour.
That's a lot of gunpowder in the air, bullets [F#] shot with a lot of shells.
Smoke clear, you can guess who was still [C#m] there.
And I ain't never let the street go.
Man I [F#m] really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo.
I'm a [G#m] heathen man, but word is homie, he fall.
No matter [F#] what he never [C#m] tell, I ain't need no, [F#] or [C#m] law.
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Papa make a thunderstorm, if he fall, run [B] him down.
[G#m] I swear to God, I'm a legend and my stomach grown.
[C#m] Better have a raw nigga catch you in my stomach grown.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'ma let you [E] know I can't [F#m] hear you.
[B] And you know I [G#m] can't hear you.
_ But I can let you [F#] know that I see your cryin'.
[G#m]
[C#m] And I never let the streets burn.
Man I [F#] really miss my niggas, feel like seeing them.
And we [G#m] keep them albums with us home depot.
No matter [C#m] what you never tell, I ain't [F#] needin' no.
Oh [C#m] no, still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [B] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach growl.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga, catch you in my stomach growl.
Better have a rod up in that third and in the [F#m] section be a murder.
In the second block 3357, [G#m] take the take.
But I look [F#] better with the mag team.
[C#m] I know you heard about us steppin' like we [F#] tag team.
And y'all a [C#m] flipper, let me rip her cause my [F#m] accent.
Hold on nigga, tryna dick a fucker left hand.
[G#m] We got these rap scenes bitch like it's Pac [F#] Gunstein.
And the [C#m] Pac's all tan, fuck the [B] Tex, y'all [C#m] banned.
I been been in kinda teams, feel like Nietzsche, like [F#m] Nico.
Y'all thought that I was skinny, bitch I'm still tryna [G#m] rip.
I just signed my deal, but I'm still in the [C#m] streets.
Rest in peace Orilla, why they [E] stealin' from [C#m] me?
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
Still keep a weapon when I'm [F#] runnin' around.
Top will make a thunder sound [C#m] if he fall, [G#m] run him down.
I swear to God I'm a legend and my stomach grow.
[C#m] Better have a rod nigga catch you in my stomach grow.
Young nigga died with a gun in hand.
[F#m] Mission unaccomplished, he'll never see his son again.
[G#m] Got one in the coupe and play him shootin' I ain't fumblin'.
Two [C#m] of Xans, two of San, hooligans.
Only one with the two [F#] to can.
[C#m] I work you more, ball you in that Rueber den.
[F#m] Put that two down on your shooter, he won't [F#] shoot again.
[G#m] Talk to that bitch, you off his dick tonight, he can't use his hand.
Word [C#m] is goin' through that man, if you feelin' old, you can't feel that man.
Heads get close, heads get sold, to the [E] hills of high [F#m] power.
I ain't [B] never die, coward, shootout last a whole hour.
That's a lot of gunpowder in the air, bullets [F#] shot with a lot of shells.
Smoke clear, you can guess who was still [C#m] there.
And I ain't never let the street go.
Man I [F#m] really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo.
I'm a [G#m] heathen man, but word is homie, he fall.
No matter [F#] what he never [C#m] tell, I ain't need no, [F#] or [C#m] law.
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' around.
[F#m] Papa make a thunderstorm, if he fall, run [B] him down.
[G#m] I swear to God, I'm a legend and my stomach grown.
[C#m] Better have a raw nigga catch you in my stomach grown.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
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