Nuttn 2 Prove chords by Suspect

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Intro 1
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Sky dweller the face one

Verse 1
way out in space
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No, we not the same, I'm a Martian
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N***a touch my chain,
I'm going insane
I'm leaving bloodstains on the carpet
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I   stepped in this bitch, I look like a lick
Nah, he not a stain, he a marksman
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I  wish a man would try and barge in
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I bet they'd be daily departed
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Put them in neutral,
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then put them in park shit
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So many n***as got blasted
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They sending me hexes and curses
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But any n***a that got it deserved it
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Facts, I got no regrets
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My heart's as clean as
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my wrist and my car's this
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How can I lose, n***a?
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How can I quit?
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Locked up the kid
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Had to sit back and
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just watch n***as win
Ain't that some shit, niggas tell lies
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and all mine are legit
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Fuck all of that, I listen to this,
yeah
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Offing on some gigs, we been skizz
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Smoking a ride, jump out the car
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and just screw with your whip
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Yeah, filled up some Pricks
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It is what it is
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I  flew back to Enns,
I built me a L
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and I kicked off my kicks
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I'm taking a piss and I live what I live,
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can't no one tell me shit
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Yeah I said it's the re load
but niggas still loading
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And right now I'm on about 50 %
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Aye, still balling
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They wish I was falling down to
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my knees
They wish I begged,
I proved them all wrong
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and now they'll talk it
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Me and the mob round the table
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on gang shit and man put it all in
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I  live on my raps,
these niggas just cappin',
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that shit is a ballin'
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Do what I want, niggas are soft,
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say what I like, they wish I'd stop
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Diamonds on me,
still doin' criss -cross,
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all my old hoes, they mad that I'm gone
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I take a flight, turn my phones off,
jump on the stage
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I touch    shit up, grab me a pump,
smoke me a opp
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When that shit's on, I turn them off
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Are you listenin'?
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Godway plus lit, boy, I'm glistenin'
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And this ain't no shit off the internet,
this ain't no jewelry from Instagram
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I   might take a trip out to Pakistan
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and cut out the middleman
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She got that beats, I'll take her back home
and stab her, I'll give her that insulin
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Aye, what do you know?
We been, comin' to a show near you
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I  ain't got nothin' to lose,
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ain't got nothin' to prove, huh?
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After all now,
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you fuckin' clowns
think I got somethin' to prove
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Aye, shit, all these things I've achieved,
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they think I got somethin' to prove
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All these things I've acquired
and still I got nothin' to lose
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Yeah, uh,
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still act like there's nothin' to lose
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Still act like I ain't got a ute,
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I pray God tighten my screws
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I got the juice, like what can I do?
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I hop out the truck, ride in the coupe
I go in plain, I bust it down two,
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I walk in the spot
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and I'm raising the roof
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Yeah, they know I'm that dude,
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they know the crew,
they know who's who,
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they know how we move, stop it
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Soft top like I ain't got beef,
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drop the top, let them see my piece
Block hot like a hundred C,
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cops come, then we flee the scene
Opps block like, who's she?
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Aye, speech alright, let her feel my G
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Aye, you know, reload
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Beating them black and blue,
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she calling me Bruno
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Aye, name her weight, sumo
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Diamonds kick like judo
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Aye, who's shottin'?
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It's like a game of Cluedo
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Oh, soft top like I ain't got beef
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Cut the top, let them see my piece
Blocks hot like a hundred C
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Cops come, then we flee the scene
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Opps block like, who's she?
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Ayy, uh, yeah