Chords for 21 savage - no heart (slowed + reverb)

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I grew up in the streets but I'm the mark
I'ma drag [B] some of the glock in my car
[F#m] I sit back and read like head in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the mat
21 Savage, not bold in the hood but I pull up on ya, shoot yo' off in the back
Stood a little hurted, needed some rest
Pocket full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga, bitch [F#] I am not one of these niggas gangin' on wax
[F#m] Pussy niggas love sneak dicks until I pull up on em, slap em off with a five
Went to my mama's house, bitch I burned my house
Keep shootin' until somebody die, so many shots
But nigga, look at the calendar, thought it was fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' with that five
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, see me the pedo, nigga
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like, Fittin' Field
Ninth grade I was knockin' niggas out, nigga like Holden Field
Fast forward, nigga, 2016, and I'm screamin' fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need nigga bigger
I listened to your raps, thought you was hard, but you ain't even speakin' real
Niggas love sneak dicksin' on Twitter, they don't wanna be for real
And all these niggas play like they tough, until a nigga get killed
Until a nigga get spilled, until your blood get spilled
I'm an 80 paper rapper, shoot em like Deion Dele
I been with you since day one, savage I ain't even hate
So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
Savage I was still playin'
Y'all pussy niggas fake, bitch I hang around them haters
Pull up on you, tie your kids up, pistol whip you while you bitch naked
Come on man, savage, you know I always play your bitch naked
Yeah, nigga, fuck out that ass, you bitch, how my dick taste?
Young savage, why you trap so hard?
Why these niggas cap so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you blue limps car?
Cuz a nigga pussy in the car
I turn a fuckin' softy to some hard
Pull up in the streets without the heart
I'm playin' to my glock, in my car
So much dope that it broke the skin
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack still
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' to bed
Louis V, my bag and Louis V on my bed
Chinese swangin', diamonds blank
Hold up, pistol swingin', gang back
Hold up, niggas actin' like groupies down nowhere
Little dude ain't know that bitch is fuckin' on the tour bus
Young savage, why you trap so hard?
Why these niggas cap so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you blue limps car?
Cuz a nigga pussy in the car
I turn a fuckin' softy to some hard
Pull up in the streets without the heart
[C#] Pull up in the streets without [F#m] the heart
So much dope that it broke the skin
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack still
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' to bed
Louis V, my bag and Louis V on my bed _ _ _
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