Kings Dead by Jay Rock Guitar Chords

Kings Dead by Jay Rock Guitar Chords

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
Bm
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
Bm                               F#m
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
Bm
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
F#m
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
Bm
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
Bm
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
F#m
And it's like that, lil' bitch
 Bm
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
          Bm
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
Bm
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
Bm
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Bm
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Bm
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
           Bm
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
                Bm
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
       Bm
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
           F#m
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
             Bm
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
              Bm
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up
              Bm
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
            Bm
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Bm                  F#m
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
        Bm
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (a tourist)
F#m
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
            F#m
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
Bm
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
F#m
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
F#m
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
F#m
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
   Bm
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
     Bm
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
      C m
I got big dog status, it ain't no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
N.C.
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Bm
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
Bm
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Bm
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bm
Bitch, I'm on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
Bm
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
Bm
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
   Bm
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
   Bm
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    Bm
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
 Bm
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
Bm
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
F   G
Changes
             G#
Is you gon' do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Cm
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Cm
Red light, green light, they like, we like
                             G
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Cm                           G
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
                      Cm
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it
G
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic, tapped in when I'm maxed in
                   Cm
Comp-Town with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
                 D#
I was lackin' everything else but doubt
Cm
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
                             Cm
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
                                    N.C.
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
Cm
Yeah, God, tee off the day
                             G
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Cm
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Cm                                             D#
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
                G                D#
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
          Cm               D#                  Cm
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
       C
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
                           G
Not your reason, not your future
                 Cm
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
            G               Cm
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
                         G
Not your baby, not your equal
Cm
Not the title y'all want me under
Cm
All hail King Killmonger
Cm
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars
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