Kendrick Lamar – Hol Up (Guitar)

                            Em7
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air

                  F#m7
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

                      Gmaj7
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers

                              Fmaj7
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist, eat my asparagus

                      Em7
Then I'm asking her thoughts of a young nigga

                           F#m7
Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars

                                     Gmaj7
I know you dying to meet him, I'll probably die in a minute

                         Fmaj7
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin'

            Fmaj7
Section.80

                                   Em7
Back in this bitch, in the back of that bitch

                                                          F#m7
With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off

                          Gmaj7
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman

                                     Fmaj7
I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt

                    Em7
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin'

                     F#m7
With the speed of a lightning bolt as a kid, I killed two adults, I'm too advanced

Gmaj7
      I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man

Fmaj7
      Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven

           Em7
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands

F#m7
     From a distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn

Gmaj7
     Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one

     Fmaj7
Not even myself, a Gemini screaming for help, somebody

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'

         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'

                  Fmaj7
(Ayy, ayy, kick her out the studio, Ali)

             Em7
24/7, nigga working his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for

     F#m7
The King of Diamonds with diamonds, I never do ask for it

       Gmaj7
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs

     Fmaj7
You callin' the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him

      Em7
They want me to fast forward the game, and

                           F#m7
Why you complain when you niggas is past poor?

                                      Gmaj7
You'll never hop in my lane when you pushing a RAV4

                              Fmaj7
You wrecking my Jaguar, you play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'

         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)

      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'

         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga

                            Em7
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air

                  F#m7
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

                      Gmaj7
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers

                             Fmaj7
They'll probably think I'm Osama, the plane emergency landed, it was an honor