Аккорды Kendrick Lamar - R.O.T.C (Interlude) [feat. BJ the Chicago Kid]

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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
| F#m   | F#m   | Emaj7 | Emaj7 |
F#m  F#m                           Emaj7      Emaj7
      This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6th

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
                  F#m
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
     F#m
Like should I start trapping?
                              Emaj7
If what I write down don't collect this very moment, then I'm on it, no question
       Emaj7
In the streets, my niggas is well connected, let's see
     F#m
Do I cop a pound of kush, promethazine or push some E?
   F#m
Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
        Emaj7
This is deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhyming on the beat
         Emaj7
I be in spots, chopping the rocks like Flintstone feet
        F#m
This is me, frustrated, battling my own evils
      F#m
Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo
   Emaj7                                                           Emaj7
Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip and hope one day it flourish to a kilo
                                  F#m
Track record of a hustler, rather records on the needle, making music
         F#m
Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
                   Emaj7
My nigga, what you doing on these corners whipping?
                                     Emaj7
"I thought you had a show?" Well, my nigga, I guess I didn't
                              F#m
I'm tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds tempting
                     F#m
Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines
                     Emaj7
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
                   Emaj7
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
                         F#m
This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
                   F#m
Curb-serving, or I might be in your store boosting
                 Emaj7
Two-elevens with Mac-11s like fuck hip-hop
               Emaj7
Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be Pac
                  F#m
Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
                      F#m                                                          Emaj7
Or everything getting shot, for nothing, leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
                                 Emaj7                                           F#m
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor, moving grams like relocating your mom's momma
                               F#m
Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water, sherm
                               Emaj7
Contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
                             Emaj7
Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
                  F#m
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
    F#m
And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
       Emaj7
You'll know I always had a passion for riddling, writing
    Emaj7
But lately, I've been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten
   F#m
My future financially, so please don't be mad at me
F#m
I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
     Emaj7
So I tell my nigga, "Front me, let me put it on the strip"
     Emaj7
Then give it back when I think about the consequence
F#m
 Shit...

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
          F#m             Emaj7
There are times, when you need someone
Emaj7             F#m
I will be by your side
           F#m               Emaj7
Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines
 Emaj7               F#m
Special for you, and me yeah
F#m                            Emaj7
 I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
  Emaj7                F#m
Before they pass, they pass, they pass
F#m         Emaj7
 Pass me by, oh darling
              Emaj7             N.C.
You've got to look at the other side

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
N.C.
R.O.T.C—Right On Time Conscience