RH:4|------f-------------------|
RH:4|F-----C-------FGA---C-----|
RH:3|------G------------A------|
LH:3|D-----C----------CF-------|
LH:2|----------------F---------|
RH:5|--------------------CD----|
RH:4|------------G-------------|
RH:4|------------f-------------|
RH:4|--C---F-----C---------A---|
RH:3|--f----------------------A|
RH:3|--G-----------------------|
LH:3|-----------------------CF-|
LH:2|------D-----C---------F---|
RH:5|----C---------------------|
RH:4|C----A-GGF-F--------------|
RH:3|-AFC----------------------|
LH:3|--------f-----------------|
Quick guide on how to read the letter notes
The numbers in front of each line are the octave, each octave has an unique color so you can easily follow them.
Lowercase (a b c d e f g) letters are natural notes (white keys, a.k.a A B C D E F G ).
Uppercase (A C D F G) letters are the sharp notes (black keys a.k.a. A# C# D# F# G#), look at the image below to see where each letter note is on the piano keyboard.
The lines / dashes (-) between letters indicates timing to play the notes. Just listen to the audio file at the top of the post to figure out the time lenght of the dashes (usually 5-6 dashes is about 1 second)
RH / LH means Right Hand / Left Hand and it's mostly for people who play the piano, it tells them with what hand to play the lines. Also, if you want to play a easy version of the song, playing only the RH lines does exactly that, because on most songs RH notes are for melody and LH notes are for bass.
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
ReplyDeleteUh, he had it hard, now he just tellin' his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats
Stickin' to my 40 like a Velcro strap
Don't go tweakin' with my shorties or them shells gon' clap
Swing that red beam, leave yo head in yo lap
My nigga institutionalized in them cell doors trapped
Free all them real niggas locked away
Still slavery, it's just modern-day
Married the game, now we partin' ways
Do it for gang, that's the hardest phase
They let it bang, yeah them Glocks'll spray, oh
Had it hard, so my heart kinda heavy and I'm scarred
'Cause deep feelings like machete, finally made it pourin' champagne on my prezi
I can only give you my all if you let me, uh, uh, uh
Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin' his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats
And I wonder would the love be the same
If I couldn't make no more hits
I hit the stu' all the time with a dream in my eyes
Tryna ball like a number one pick
They don't really know 'bout the times I cried
Just to put this Cartier on my wrist
I'a give up every last chain just to give my grandma one more kiss
One minute you here then you gone
Lotta shit just happen so quick
But as life goes on, more niggas just fade away out them pics Lookin' back on them times I ain't have no luck on my side
Used to wonder how bad it can get
Tryna find my place in this world
Used to wonder was I ever gon' fit
Every day high as hell just takin' up space on the block
I ain't even have no bullet
Same niggas yellin' bro and shit, it was jokes and shit
Used to laugh when I'm like shit
On jam, I risk it all for the gang
Still be the one niggas won't miss
I was in denial runnin' from reality, a lotta shit I ain't wanna admit
Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin' his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats