i n t e r l u d e chords by J. Cole
Verse 1
Em
G
Em
Am
C
(I'm a livin' little good
thing) (well)
Am
Em
(It's like you never livin'
for me, yeah) (well)
G
Em
Am
C
(Mama said you was a good
thing) (well, well)
G
(Good, good, good)
(well) (yeah)
Em
Bm
Am
Yeah
G
We came a long way, man,
C
B
Bm
G
we done came a long way
Em
Am
And we sittin' on top of this
G
Am
Em
C
shit
G
This shit can go one of two
Em
Bm
ways
Am
G
This shit can go up,
Em
C
it can go down
Em
Bm
Either way, nigga, I'm prepared
B
Em
C
Feel me? Yeah
Em
I be comin' in peace, but
Verse 2
G
fuck me
Em
Best beware of the others
Am
This shit deep, undercovers creep
G
This southern heat make un
Em
bearable summers
C
Just last week, seen your mama weep
G
Crying 'cause she don't wan'
Em
bury your brother
Am
The blood leaks while the EMTs
G
Gotta carry her baby like
Em
surrogate mothers
B
G
Whoa, thank God we survived around
Em
where the terrorists hovered
B
Though traumatized, wouldn't
Am
trade it for nothin'
G
Through hard times,
Em
C
it was there I discovered a hustle
And makin' the best out the struggle
Em
I kept grindin' 'til this day,
up a level
B
Respect mine,
gotta stay out of trouble
'Cause TEC-9s like to air
out rebuttals
Bm
G
Cole World, niggas knowin' what it is
Just in case they don't,
Em
I show 'em what it is
B
Am
This summer, I do real numbers
Couldn't dare touch it if they
Em
sold a double disc
B
Block hot, niggas burnin' up the street
G
Shots poppin' and we
Em
heard it up the street
B
Am
It's a war, niggas runnin' up the score
G
Em
Je sus said that you should
turn the other cheek
B
Voiceless niggas gettin' murdered
Bm
every week
G
Em
Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street
B
Am
My homie homie got out on parole
He sold more Coca-Cola than than
Em
the soda industry
C
Summertime bring the coldest
winter breeze
Em
Hella blues like the Rollin' 60's
B
Christ went to Heaven aged thirty-three
And And so did Pimp C and so did
E
C#m
F#m
Nipsey
B
(Baby) I told you, I told
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Verse 3
E
C#m
you
F#m
This shit can go up, it can go down,
I don't give a fuck
B
E
Nigga, I done seen the highest heights
C#m
I done seen it twice
F#m
And I've seen the lowest
B
of the lows
Em
E
C#m
And still I rose
F#m
C
Now I'm at your neck, nigga, yeah
i n t e r l u d e
J. Cole
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