Polo G - No Matter What (Official Audio) Chords

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[B] _ _ _ [F#] Nikki, you're stupid.
[G#m] _ _
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[F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
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_ _ [F#] Non-believers listen to your dreams and they clowned you.
[B] All the same niggas showing [G#] love used to downed you.
Feel out of place when all that fake love surrounds you.
[C#] Bitch, I run my city, they know who to get a crown to.
My dogs [F#] on going and ain't shit to bring them hounds through.
We [B] don't give a fuck, we share [A#m] blood on that ground too.
[G#] And when you fight for your life, ain't no ground to.
[C#] In the hood, watching my big homies pushing pounds through.
Used to [F#] daydream of shining in the hood with these bands.
Trying to leave [B] these hard times to run through millies with my [G#] friends.
But my homies died young and that wasn't part of [C#] the plan.
Flying on these planes which I [E] could reach and touch your hand.
[F#] I don't wanna be a weight, that's why I keep popping these ends.
My [B] good heart became a weakness, I did everything [F#] I can.
We [G#m] was taught to fight no matter what and ain't no giving [B] up.
Never really knowing it's your time, you gotta live it up.
Standing [F#] on that corner like a [D#m] Russian, we can't get [B] enough.
War zone, I'm on my way to [A#m] school, got my blicker [G#m] tucked.
Pray to the Lord for better days, feel like he's [B] skipping us.
You gon' either die [G#m] or see the system, ain't [C#] no slipping up.
In [F#] these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck.
Ain't [B] worried about the ops, I just been trying to run my [G#m] digits up.
All my shorties know it's spark, blow that 40 up and spray it.
With the squad and [C#] we start clapping like a standing ovation.
Doing [F#] all this in it, feeling like I'm getting close to Satan.
This [B] streets a dirty hole, give her your [G#] heart and she gon' break it.
Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustling with frustration.
Felt [C#] like I was behind so I got tired of being patient.
If your mind's stuck [F#] on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it.
Riding [B] in that brand new Beamer, [A#m] I feel motivated.
Fake [G#] niggas show support but deep inside I know they hate it.
Fuck [C#] the industry, it's all capped, this shit overrated.
Promise I'm [F#] gon' be the greatest, tell her there ain't no more debating.
[B] Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama [G#] cultivated.
And that self-public defender tried to offer me probation.
[E] Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces.
Thinking about [F#] my life, I probably would've died [F#] if I ain't make it.
I [B] repeat, sometimes I remember our [A#m] last conversation.
We [G#m] was taught to fight no matter what and ain't no giving up.
Never really knowing it's your time, you gotta [B] live it up.
Standing [F#] on that corner like a Russian, we can't get enough.
[B] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my [G#m] blicker tucked.
Pray to the Lord for better days, feel like [E] he's skipping us.
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slipping up.
[F#] And these streets still take your life and they don't give a fuck.
[B] Ain't worried about the ops, I just been trying to run my [G#m] digits up.
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