Everyone's an angel 'til they fall
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Feel like I'm I God's favorite, they tell me I made it
For this lifestyle, I made promises I'm breakin', oh, oh, oh
For this lifestyle, I spent all my nights out
Married the trenches, I said my life vows
Mama, I'm too deep in, I might drown, oh, oh, oh
Like a quarterback, I stand in the field
I be thinkin' back like, damn, shit was real, uh, uh
Thuggin' with my hoodie on, time to get my bully on
Crazy I feel good he gone, this new pack come from Cookie, strong
Adapted to my habitat, it's time the cut them fullies on
Better watch who you rappin' at, we kill shit just for lookin' wrong
Slidin' back to back in these double R's, we just came and got what was ours
Grindin' all day tryna slim my chances that I'd be stuck tomorrow
F*ck a job, trappin' all four seasons, shit ain't no façade
Hunt and rob, please excuse my demons or take that up with God
No, you can't halfway step, yeah, my lil' sliders, they crept
Only got half a face left, steady throwin' up signs up like they deaf
And my shorty keep earning stripes, look like he tryna play ref
They just gon' keep burnin' pipes, them members'll die for they rep, gang
Guess you weren't His favorite after all
Polo G - Hood Poet Album Lyrics
Polo G - Hood Poet Lyrics
(Featuring 42 Dugg, Fridayy, Future, GloRilla, G Herbo, Hunxho, Offset, Lil Durk, The Kid Laroi)
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Alexander Papamitrou, Allen Ritter, Amelia Moore, Jonathan Bach, JP Clark, Kyle Buckley, Nikolas Papamitrou, Rob Nelson, Ryan Bakalarczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Recruits
[ Featuring G Herbo ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I don't bap a lot (uh-huh), but I'm with Capalot (uh-huh)
Killin' shit
Foenem in the, in the, in the, in the 'yo puttin' on (yeah)
Glitches and switches and shit (uh), on foenem, this shit gettin' wicked (uh-huh)
Wakin' up on Sunday, I wasn't gettin' saved
We was wakin' up on Monday, bondin' out the cage (you know that)
In the trap full of roaches, bondin' out from raids
'Fore I let a nigga kill me, I'll die from AIDS
Did this shit with ease, like Febreze, walk up and we spray (let it spray)
God, please, forgive my evil, I pray every day
Like I'm puttin' my kids to sleep, lil' nigga play and he lay (he lay)
Keep me a gun on the waist (waist), up it and point at your face (face, bah)
Young nigga, feel like I'm Trae (Trae), I score a dub in the A (in the A)
Call up out like say, "Ayy-ayy," we can pull up anyway (hello?)
I ain't never trippin' about no money, I make like a hundred a day (swerve)
We can slide up, all bulletproof trucks, or we can pull up with some K's (grr)
What we doin'? We not recruitin' (we not recruitin', at all)
What the f*ck is we doin'? Who the f*ck is we shootin'? (Oh)
Whole bunch of Chanel and Marni shit, it look like we lootin'
We ain't runnin' out this shit no time soon, we went and bought two of 'em
Niggas be talkin' all this gang shit, you don't even really be outside
I'm with the same ones that I came with, we had beef all of our lives
I thought this rap shit was what's best for us, no more interviews, I'm tired
If we don't make it out from this fame shit, just tell my mama I tried, uh
Soon as we get a lo'-lo', they ridin' four deep in that four-door
Like shots close range, but we'll pull up on they block and shoot from the logo
I ain't rockin' his chain, every since I was new to the game, did all this dolo
Everybody out of options, so they passin' out when they promise to Polo
SRT, that's a Challenger, lil' bro hop out the passenger
I come from the worst of the worst where the lil' niggas just tryna see who savager
Too Turnt, I'm the ambassador
We hunt for blood like Dracula
Coolin' with some thugs, I'm happier
Tweakin' off them drugs, we clappin' you
And that's it, make opps call it quits (yeah)
We like two, three, four, five, six, shit make opps call a blitz
I'm from up North, East Side connects, just pass the ball to Drench
Glock 19 with a switch on the back, it'll have him fallin' quick
If he in my lane, I'll bang like Shaq and I'm too tall to miss
Why they always want everythin' we got when we took all the risks?
If it's beef, we don't diss like rappers, hit niggas all in they shit
Now we rich, we live like crackers, cribs all in the Ritz
Uh, for real, uh (for real, for real, for real)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh (for real)
1300, 7900, Essex
I don't even know how many members all with us
Grr, all we know is grr
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Bailey Lau, Herbert Randall Wright III, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Brown, Maximillian McFarlin, Noah
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Barely Holdin On
Huh, uh, uh, uh (808 Mafia)
Huh, huh, uh, uh
Huh, huh, uh, uh
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Ain't hard to figure him out 'cause all his thoughts was tweeted
We blew some shots and shot him up, that's why his top was leakin'
'Cause I ain't never seen a nigga from his coffin speakin'
We picked that nigga off, he ain't think that we saw him creepin'
Sometimes I miss them days when me and bro was off it, tweakin'
I hate September 18th, that's when we lost a demon
Why the real ones always leave? That's what I get exhausted thinkin'
Can't be ungrateful 'bout this life, you know we fought to see it
I'd rather you hate me while I'm here than love me when I'm dead
They sent that text that Twinnem check, can't stomach what I read
Like life been pushin' me too far and I'm stuck on their ass
Don't wanna party, I stay in this lonely room instead
And I'm just
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Death in the air, that shit'll leave you with a chilled spine
Even though my spirits down, like, I'm okay, I feel fine
Shots from that steel nine, ain't from that hillside
I'm from the trenches where they murder just to kill time
A heavy heart, eyes rollin', through dark times, soulless
Sorry that they took your son, I'm sendin' my condolence
Gotta face the facts when the truth unfoldin'
I hope you know this
That I'm just
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Ooh, there's a power in your soul
Ooh, and I wanted you to know
Huh, huh, uh, uh
Huh, huh, uh, uh
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Ain't hard to figure him out 'cause all his thoughts was tweeted
We blew some shots and shot him up, that's why his top was leakin'
'Cause I ain't never seen a nigga from his coffin speakin'
We picked that nigga off, he ain't think that we saw him creepin'
Sometimes I miss them days when me and bro was off it, tweakin'
I hate September 18th, that's when we lost a demon
Why the real ones always leave? That's what I get exhausted thinkin'
Can't be ungrateful 'bout this life, you know we fought to see it
I'd rather you hate me while I'm here than love me when I'm dead
They sent that text that Twinnem check, can't stomach what I read
Like life been pushin' me too far and I'm stuck on their ass
Don't wanna party, I stay in this lonely room instead
And I'm just
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Death in the air, that shit'll leave you with a chilled spine
Even though my spirits down, like, I'm okay, I feel fine
Shots from that steel nine, ain't from that hillside
I'm from the trenches where they murder just to kill time
A heavy heart, eyes rollin', through dark times, soulless
Sorry that they took your son, I'm sendin' my condolence
Gotta face the facts when the truth unfoldin'
I hope you know this
That I'm just
Barely holdin' on
This life get scary as it goes on
Burdens while we carry on
I ain't perfect, spare me if I'm wrong
Hope my secrets get buried when I'm gone
Starin' at the writin' on these headstones
They keep on tryna tell me, but I'm strong
That's what you wanted to tell me all along
Ooh, there's a power in your soul
Ooh, and I wanted you to know
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Joshua Luellen, Noah Goldstein, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Only Gang
[ Featuring 42 Dugg ]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
(Ayy Smatty, let's count up some f-)
New niggas, I don't f*ck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas
I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock 22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't f*ck with you niggas
Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas
Sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em
Put your dead homie in the air
My Too Turnts don't f*ck around
Hot shit flame, we burn him down
Hollows bangin' out that 40 cal'
Bitch, they outside lurkin' now
Thought only God could judge us
He got sixty years on the murder trial
Can switch the flow, I'm versatile
I'm ahead of y'all by a hundred miles
These niggas soft, my bro a savage, he play a cold game
Quick to hop out right in traffic like he got road rage
Thirty shots, he keep on clappin' until his soul rage
Head down, they caught him nappin' and took his whole brain
These bitches trippin', I been cappin', back to my old way
A lot of niggas trickin', that's what's keepin' all these hoes safe
Liquor in me, bend it over, kill it, don't do foreplay
She gon' wanna lick me way I'm drippin' in these Dolces
New niggas, I don't f*ck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas
I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock 22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't f*ck with you niggas
Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas
Sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em
Put your dead homie in the air
Yeah, Cap's with us, with the kid, young and rich
Block still mixed with Fent', come get a pinch
Don't let the anger get you killed, this shit get real
Eastside thirty sticks, I'm tryna blitz
I hope the gang don't look surprised, I'm droppin' five
He ain't even hit my bitch, but shit, he tried
I catch him out with all his shit, might get him robbed
On the strength, not 'cause I'm hatin', 'cause he a bitch
Might pour a six, I'm drinkin' Wock', no, this ain't Tris
And on the guys, before I cry, I'm tryna slide
Got a few niggas, I don't f*ck with you niggas
Ever since I got rich, they been tryna stop shit, tuh
New niggas, I don't f*ck with new niggas
No, we don't recruit niggas
I be with a few killers, yeah
Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas
Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock 22 hit 'em, yeah
Truth spitter, always with a few members
I can't f*ck with you niggas
Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah
Draco move niggas
Sweep your block like we got brooms with us
Once that boom hit 'em
Put your dead homie in the air
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Dion Marquise Hayes, Jermaine Elliott, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Same Me
[ Featuring Fridayy ]
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
Even though that you cause me pain
I could never go against the grain
We both know you're the one to blame
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
My love for you will never change (uh)
You the only one makin' me feel like this, but don't take that as a compliment
I want my best friend back 'cause you ain't the same person I was bonded with, nah
Put up with a lot of shit and my efforts don't get no acknowledgement
Even though you was the one I was honest with
For bullshit, you raised my tolerance, uh
Why do this girl think I need her?
Seem like you couldn't keep up
Back then, you had a place in my heart, well, girl, now the lease up
Fight, then we f*ck the sheets up
Miss you like Aaliyah
Real love, that's a teaser
I thought I could never leave her
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
Even though that you cause me pain
I could never go against the grain
We both know you're the one to blame
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
My love for you will never change
Still remember everything that I told you
I was tryna be who I'm 'posed to
Loyalty had you thinking I owed you
Now I'm rethinking the reason I chose you
I was tryna trust my heart, but it was just still somethin' deep my soul knew
Feelings change when love get hard
Remember long nights, in my sleep, I'll hold you
It's yo' fault for where we are and girls like you hate those lessons
Strugglin' to play yo' part, can you show me somethin' when you ain't undressin'?
Heartbreak only take one message
'Member you was my day one fetish
These days, I ain't obsessin'
Like, why would you play with yo' blessing?
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
Even though that you cause me pain
I could never go against the grain
We both know you're the one to blame
I'm still the same me, yeah, yeah
My love for you will never change
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Francis Leblanc, Jaasu Mallory, Jermaine Elliott, Zack Bialobos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Detox
(808 Mafia)
Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks
Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked
I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock
Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock
Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked
All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot
Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop
I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox
Can't take life for granted 'cause my bros left as teenagers
My homie died, I couldn't change my screensaver
All the opps, they got it comin', we gon' make 'em bleed later
Wet shit like Hurricane Katrina, we got Glocks with beam lasers
Shells bouncin' out the nina, smoke 'em like a weed vapor
With a gun and a plan, I'm just a heartless dream chaser
All he know is go, that boy been chasin' green paper
Hit sport up in that Bimmer, then I turn to Speed Racer
Daydreamin' 'bout murders, that's a cold-hearted fantasy
I'm thankfully with purgers that'll wipe your whole family
Wildin' out, no, we don't talk it out, just let them cannons speak
Don't know 'bout private school, we went to Hard Knock Academy
I lost all my feelings, grew accustomed to them tragedies
These obstacles too easy, God, I'd rather have you challenge me
Love 'em from a distance and that's just the way it gotta be
You had made it hard for me to trust you when you lied to me
Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks
Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked
I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock
Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock
Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked
All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot
Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop
I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox
(I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox)
Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks
Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked
I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock
Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock
Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked
All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot
Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop
I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox
Can't take life for granted 'cause my bros left as teenagers
My homie died, I couldn't change my screensaver
All the opps, they got it comin', we gon' make 'em bleed later
Wet shit like Hurricane Katrina, we got Glocks with beam lasers
Shells bouncin' out the nina, smoke 'em like a weed vapor
With a gun and a plan, I'm just a heartless dream chaser
All he know is go, that boy been chasin' green paper
Hit sport up in that Bimmer, then I turn to Speed Racer
Daydreamin' 'bout murders, that's a cold-hearted fantasy
I'm thankfully with purgers that'll wipe your whole family
Wildin' out, no, we don't talk it out, just let them cannons speak
Don't know 'bout private school, we went to Hard Knock Academy
I lost all my feelings, grew accustomed to them tragedies
These obstacles too easy, God, I'd rather have you challenge me
Love 'em from a distance and that's just the way it gotta be
You had made it hard for me to trust you when you lied to me
Uh, I fell in love with some G-locks
Pain in me, leanin' off them drugs with my heat cocked
I'm steady cashin' out the plug, make him restock
Miss my hood angels up above, know how we rock
Found out he wasn't really who he said he was, left the streets shocked
All these rappers claim they lurk for blood when the beef hot
Only difference is I'm still a thug when the beat stop
I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox
(I been takin' in too much fake love, I need to detox)
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Joshua Luellen, Allen Ritter, Adam Kobylarz, Dru Decaro
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thorns
Mm, huh, huh
Pain got your, huh, uh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
I grinded lonely nights to put designer on my gym shoe
Random arguments when I wasn't tryna have an issue
Invested passion for me, got you grabbin' all this tissue
A common ground, it's just one lil' assignment we couldn't get through
Tried giving you the world, you still reminded me what I didn't do
The streets know what's the truth, but you say lies was told against you
You told me I'd be a fool to think all of that shit true
But it's too many times out plenty options that I picked you
Uh, you had me lost, I'm tryna realign my focus
Couldn't pick me up when it was times felt at my lowest
Gon' be too late when it come time you finally notice
I gave you chances time and time again, you chose this
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
Fast-forward time, I finally came to my senses
Fiancée or missus, I won't straddle those fences
Was lost on a mission tryna find what I'm missin'
We grew apart, that's when I learned to love you from a distance
We was movin' too fast
Say you want me back, I guess that's too bad
Tired of playin' games with your goof ass
Back to the streets, she need a new tag
Like every since I left, I'm in a new bag
You squandered what you had
Tryna find out what it was when I fell for your love
When I tried, it was never enough
Mirrored bad relationships, but it's like we couldn't tell that was us
When my heart took an L, I was stuck, uh
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
Pain got your, huh, uh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
I grinded lonely nights to put designer on my gym shoe
Random arguments when I wasn't tryna have an issue
Invested passion for me, got you grabbin' all this tissue
A common ground, it's just one lil' assignment we couldn't get through
Tried giving you the world, you still reminded me what I didn't do
The streets know what's the truth, but you say lies was told against you
You told me I'd be a fool to think all of that shit true
But it's too many times out plenty options that I picked you
Uh, you had me lost, I'm tryna realign my focus
Couldn't pick me up when it was times felt at my lowest
Gon' be too late when it come time you finally notice
I gave you chances time and time again, you chose this
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
Fast-forward time, I finally came to my senses
Fiancée or missus, I won't straddle those fences
Was lost on a mission tryna find what I'm missin'
We grew apart, that's when I learned to love you from a distance
We was movin' too fast
Say you want me back, I guess that's too bad
Tired of playin' games with your goof ass
Back to the streets, she need a new tag
Like every since I left, I'm in a new bag
You squandered what you had
Tryna find out what it was when I fell for your love
When I tried, it was never enough
Mirrored bad relationships, but it's like we couldn't tell that was us
When my heart took an L, I was stuck, uh
Pain got your heart cold
I need a light for my dark soul
Speak on his problems when that guitar stroke
I wonder where shootin' stars go
Thought it was death do us 'part, no?
Don't wanna rush shit, let's start slow
Can't be your husband, I'm too far gone
Beautiful flaws, thorns on a sharp rose
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Ashot Akopian, Joshua Luellen, Lesidney Cheyenne, Matthew-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
G63
[ Featuring Offset ]
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (please)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (hey)
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (hey)
Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (brrt)
Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's (woo)
I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My wrist cost three (three)
Runnin' to the money with no sleep, exhausting (go)
Dropped a tear watching my brother in a coffin (damn)
Elliantte on my neck, you seen a dolphin (water)
Brother switched up 'bout that check, that nigga lost me (switched)
Bulletproof when I come through, so they don't off me (hey)
Dreamin' 'bout that check, I had to scheme to get that check (scheme)
You went big, I can't forget and I got demons in my chest (demons)
We got switches, burn his flesh (brrt)
I go Chrome Heart 'cause I'm blessed (chrome)
You ain't gang, then you a guest
Entertainin' none of my ex (hey)
I got millions I invest
Ain't no rats, we ain't infested
We send shots and send a message (brrt)
Step on opps just like a pest (step)
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (hey)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (B's)
Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (hey)
Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's
Tryna score a point, that's for the block where I was drafted
Different nigga, they confirm they killed 'em, I was laughin'
Head-splitter, Glock with switches spitter, they bought caskets
My crib bigger, out the mud, I'm rich, I upped my fashion
Huh, count cash, uh, new Celine
Niggas fall off after hittin', that's a new disease
My killers steppin', I can show you what my troopers mean
We put attachments on our weapons just to shoot with ease
Lil' foenem terrorize they block, they wanna see me dead
I pray I see like fifty million 'fore I see the feds
Long live the guys and f*ck an opp, now all I see is red
My shorty fiendin', he be hot, they only feed him meds, mmm
Pull up, jumpin' out the 63 (skrrt)
My car so foreign, valet park it, he like, "Tip, please" (please)
Carpets in the Cullinan for a bitch knees (hey)
My money up, she wanna love again, I'm like, "Bitch, please" (please)
My new Glock is like a drummer, it's gon' kick, squeeze (brrt)
Tryna go up every summer, catch like six B's (hey)
Uh, we could put shit under off a ten-speed (brrt)
Uh, I just pay my gunners out my rich G's
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Douglas Ford, Johan rosa, Joshua Luellen, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Matthew-Kyle Brown, Prodalyx, Splited Stupid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
We Uh Shoot
[Polo G]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Uh
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
I pop the pill, it's ready to drop, lil' bro wanna kill, he ready for opps
Aimin' with skill, spaghetti his top, how you a stepper? You steady gettin' shot
We sellin' rocks and blows, I got control, started trappin' and married the block
Before we was rockin' shows, was cockin' poles, in the cut with the heaviest Glock
[Lil Durk]
This shit No Auto, but I f*ck with Polo, but I cannot charge him 'causе he one of mine (Go)
I had a Drac' that shoot likе one of my switches, they comin' out two at a time (Man, what?)
Manny got hoes for us, they knock on the door like Jehovah Witness, this not a surprise
Dead opps, got YouTube's funniest moments, I do like 'em better alive
Better believe, just don't believe the memes, they judgin' me off my eyes
Better believe, the feds gon' use them Clubhouse clips all in your trial
I know you a killer from back in the day, but you ain't catch one in a while
I'm so player, told 'em don't backdoor you whenever your family around
They'll FaceTime you just to verify it, they be killin' niggas for that bag (Come here)
I say certain shit around certain niggas 'cause I know you gon' go back and say it (Come here)
I know you would tell on me, you would tell everything your daddy did to your mama
I know a real killer sip promethazine, live a few blocks from Obama (Frrt)
So you a bear? Just imagine what a 10 millimeter would do to a goat
You know I'm a street nigga 'cause one of my old managers was sellin' dope
And I learned from the robbers, bitch, it's summertime, why you got on a coat?
And he a cool nigga, I seen what happened to PnB, nigga, the GOAT, yeah
[Polo G]
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
Gone off a Perc', how them murderers sleep at night, tell me turn up the streets, I might
My killer told me been steppin' on shit for so long that it's startin' to increase my height
Creepin' down they block, you won't see no lights, Glock go bah, I need your life
Hop out and get 'em, we scream, "Go twice," lil' Chrome sippin' on lean, no ice, uh
Ran up them M&M's and I hang with nothin' but some millionaires and some murderers
Catch him, we killin' him, you just in the way, pussy nigga, we ain't never heard of ya
I might boot up off a pill when I'm turnin' up, bitches f*ck with the opps, you ain't hurtin' us
Try to rob me, I'm catchin' a murder one, bullets hot like Usher, he burnin' up
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
Mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Uh
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
I pop the pill, it's ready to drop, lil' bro wanna kill, he ready for opps
Aimin' with skill, spaghetti his top, how you a stepper? You steady gettin' shot
We sellin' rocks and blows, I got control, started trappin' and married the block
Before we was rockin' shows, was cockin' poles, in the cut with the heaviest Glock
[Lil Durk]
This shit No Auto, but I f*ck with Polo, but I cannot charge him 'causе he one of mine (Go)
I had a Drac' that shoot likе one of my switches, they comin' out two at a time (Man, what?)
Manny got hoes for us, they knock on the door like Jehovah Witness, this not a surprise
Dead opps, got YouTube's funniest moments, I do like 'em better alive
Better believe, just don't believe the memes, they judgin' me off my eyes
Better believe, the feds gon' use them Clubhouse clips all in your trial
I know you a killer from back in the day, but you ain't catch one in a while
I'm so player, told 'em don't backdoor you whenever your family around
They'll FaceTime you just to verify it, they be killin' niggas for that bag (Come here)
I say certain shit around certain niggas 'cause I know you gon' go back and say it (Come here)
I know you would tell on me, you would tell everything your daddy did to your mama
I know a real killer sip promethazine, live a few blocks from Obama (Frrt)
So you a bear? Just imagine what a 10 millimeter would do to a goat
You know I'm a street nigga 'cause one of my old managers was sellin' dope
And I learned from the robbers, bitch, it's summertime, why you got on a coat?
And he a cool nigga, I seen what happened to PnB, nigga, the GOAT, yeah
[Polo G]
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
Gone off a Perc', how them murderers sleep at night, tell me turn up the streets, I might
My killer told me been steppin' on shit for so long that it's startin' to increase my height
Creepin' down they block, you won't see no lights, Glock go bah, I need your life
Hop out and get 'em, we scream, "Go twice," lil' Chrome sippin' on lean, no ice, uh
Ran up them M&M's and I hang with nothin' but some millionaires and some murderers
Catch him, we killin' him, you just in the way, pussy nigga, we ain't never heard of ya
I might boot up off a pill when I'm turnin' up, bitches f*ck with the opps, you ain't hurtin' us
Try to rob me, I'm catchin' a murder one, bullets hot like Usher, he burnin' up
We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two
Writer: Allen Ritter, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Durk Derrick Banks, Isaiah Quick, Joshua Luellen, Maximillian McFarlin, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rain Fallin
[ Featuring The Kid LAROI ]
Take a look in his eyes
Can't you see I'm dying inside?
Keep fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh, uh
And I know you're in paradise
I'm numb to the pain from all this ice
I'm fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh, um
When they told me that B Money died
Felt my heart cry and my soul leave
They only spectate from the nosebleeds
I'm the chosen one, God chose me
Couple Glocks fired and we throw Bs, uh
No, we really don't grieve
Had to really get my hands dirty
Got mud on my long sleeve
I miss back then when I was innocent
And the price of living, it was so cheap
Got a skeleton in my closet
Streets killed him, that was the old me
Tryna stay sleep off them Xanax
Almost checked out when I OD'd
When I came up then they came around
I got counted out, now they owe me
Vicious to the opps, lover to my bitch
She gon' scream loud when I stroke deep
I hate to see my name in the blogs
So that's why I try and stay low-key
From the north side, home to candy man
But I'll be damned if I ever go sweet
He get hawked down, he got slow feet
Hear that Glock sound, now he won't breathe (uh)
Take a look in his eyes
Can't you see I'm dying inside?
Keep fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh, uh
And I know you're in paradise
I'm numb to the pain from all this ice
I'm fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin'
I feel like every day I wake up
God try to test me, but f*ck it, I'm keepin' my cool (I am)
I get a pain in my chest, a hole in my heart
So I just pop one, then I'm smooth
Oh, I apologize if you see me out in public
And I am just not in the mood
They all got advice, but none of them live my life
Or know what the f*ck I go through
Oh, and ever since I went and got paid, my life done changed
And even though I'm forever great, this shit still painful
My mama crib, I paid for it, lil' bro want something, it's paid for
I feel like I try to do everything right, but somehow, I end up payin' for it
Take a look in his eyes (take a look in his eyes)
Can't you see I'm dying inside?
Keep fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh, uh (fallin', fallin', I'm fallin')
And I know you're in paradise
I'm numb to the pain from all this ice
I'm fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh
Take a look in his eyes
Can't you see I'm dying inside?
Keep fallin', uh
Rain drops keep fallin', uh, uh
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Charlton Howard, Allen Ritter, Guiseppe Vasaturo, Jermaine Elliott, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Distraction
(808 Mafia)
Uh
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh
If I tell my stepper, "Come and slide," then he comin'
And I know it's f*cked up how he daily out there huntin'
Heartless livin', savage life, that's just how he bombin'
But shit, at least it's a nigga I can count on for somethin', uh
We let them cannons spark, play with us, get punished, uh
We really had it hard, now blessings abundant
Cheered 'til I hit the top, now they can't wait to see me plummet
Like for every win, another L come punch me in my stomach
I couldn't even enjoy my birthday, bitch come to me 'bout assumptions
They can't f*ck with me on my worst day, I done ran it up, all hunnids
Baby, Chiraq is my birthplace, if we got a problem, we slump it
Hard times spent, it's the worst pain and you never get refunded, uh
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh (uh)
Twin Glocks, Tia, Tamera, yeah, these my new bitches
Hit they block with two switches, it make my shottas shoot different
We can empty out two hunnid shots in less than two minutes
And B was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention
Hope when I'm talkin' you listen 'cause I'm just hopin' you get it
I tell my nigga 'bout hisself, hate ain't got nothin' to do with it
And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitchin'
Don't speak on bodies on your belt, that's just ain't how we do business, uh
Bad news turn your whole day tragic, all they heard was that K clappin'
Any problem, we steppin' up like the crate challenge
Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough
Lotta snake bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh
Uh
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh
If I tell my stepper, "Come and slide," then he comin'
And I know it's f*cked up how he daily out there huntin'
Heartless livin', savage life, that's just how he bombin'
But shit, at least it's a nigga I can count on for somethin', uh
We let them cannons spark, play with us, get punished, uh
We really had it hard, now blessings abundant
Cheered 'til I hit the top, now they can't wait to see me plummet
Like for every win, another L come punch me in my stomach
I couldn't even enjoy my birthday, bitch come to me 'bout assumptions
They can't f*ck with me on my worst day, I done ran it up, all hunnids
Baby, Chiraq is my birthplace, if we got a problem, we slump it
Hard times spent, it's the worst pain and you never get refunded, uh
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh (uh)
Twin Glocks, Tia, Tamera, yeah, these my new bitches
Hit they block with two switches, it make my shottas shoot different
We can empty out two hunnid shots in less than two minutes
And B was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention
Hope when I'm talkin' you listen 'cause I'm just hopin' you get it
I tell my nigga 'bout hisself, hate ain't got nothin' to do with it
And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitchin'
Don't speak on bodies on your belt, that's just ain't how we do business, uh
Bad news turn your whole day tragic, all they heard was that K clappin'
Any problem, we steppin' up like the crate challenge
Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough
Lotta snake bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust
How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent?
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (uh, uh-uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Turning Back
[ Featuring Hunxho ]
(808 Mafia)
Uh
Made it way too far, it ain't no turnin' back
Mama said, "Don't chase the block, you'll never find your worth in that"
Tryna beat the system, think I finally found the perfect hack
A few niggas, I miss 'em, shoot to kill 'em, how we learned to act
Blaming God, the whole time I was knowin' it was us
I wake up thinkin', "Make it far," and I remember we ain't that, just what we was
And I've been praying for my dogs, they in that field, still slingin' sticks like it's lacrosse
They telling me, "'Xho, you a rapper now," yeah, I know, but I still gave the streets my heart
Uh, gave 'em my heart and I got nothin' in exchange
I played my part, but I can't stomach all this pain
Days in the dark and we was stompin' in the rain
Know it get hard, but we still thuggin' to the grave, shit won't change
Starin' at my call log
I grew anti-social and it's y'all fault
Always put in work, I never call off
Paid cash on all my cars bought
Livin' like a mob boss
Be quick to let some shots off every time some opps call
VVS for clarity, I think I need therapy
Poppin' all this ecstasy, she said, "Slow down, you scarin' me"
Yeah, I miss my broski through it all, bro, you was there with me
Even with my back against the wall, they don't compare to me
They say I changed, nigga, but in my head I'm still the same nigga
Sex, money, murder, God knows I'm a made nigga
Play and he get murdered, you better watch what you say, nigga
I could've gave up, but that ain't how my mama raised niggas
I'm taught to step when it's hard
I don't care who f*ckin' with me, get acceptance from God
When shit was hard, I robbed
And when it's dark, I walked
By faith and I can't let no nigga play with the boy
I gotta let 'em know
If I go back broke, I ain't trippin' 'cause I done been before
I done wrapped niggas, no rap nigga, I ain't into those
I had to change my ways, so that can't chain with me, I let 'em go
My babies need me, so what the f*ck 'Xho look like lettin' up?
Made it way too far, it ain't no turnin' back
Mama said, "Don't chase the block, you'll never find your worth in that"
Tryna beat the system, think I finally found the perfect hack
A few niggas, I miss 'em, shoot to kill 'em, how we learned to act
Blaming God, the whole time I was knowin' it was us
I wake up thinkin', "Make it far," and I remember we ain't that, just what we was
And I've been praying for my dogs, they in that field, still slingin' sticks like it's lacrosse
They telling me, "'Xho, you a rapper now," yeah, I know, but I still gave the streets my heart
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Brown, Allen Ritter, Guiseppe Vasaturo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Angels In The Sky
(Wayne never miss)
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
Huh, I know when to speak after silence
Man down, they catchin' Bs, you hear them sirens
My heart out, I'm tryna bleed on the mic stand
Bro, it's either you or me when the night ends (uh, uh)
Gotta pray over your kids because it's dangerous in the Chi'
Walkin' slow up to that casket, tears rainin' from his eyes
Homies left forever, I ain't get to wave or say goodbye
Hard-bodied and we gangsters, but that pain done made us cry (cry)
Used to wake up so f*cked up, like I can't wait until I die ('til I die)
To the point that I feel like I ain't myself if I ain't high
Now I'm foreign whippin', thinkin' 'bout new chains that I can buy
Devil breathin' down my neck, but I got angels in the sky (sky)
And I can't reveal the way I really feel, it's hard to try
Heard the opps, they want me dead because I'm dissin', tellin' lies
Feeling mutual, stuff bullets in that SIG and let it fly
Execute him, headshot, knock his brains up out his eye (up out his eye)
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
Huh, I know when to speak after silence
Man down, they catchin' Bs, you hear them sirens
My heart out, I'm tryna bleed on the mic stand
Bro, it's either you or me when the night ends
Lookin' through my memories, I never thought that you would leave forever
Since 2014, been Gucci Gang, gon' throw up Ts forever
Playin' basketball, me and Ed had hoop dreams together
Jasmine block party, me and 3 was out there T'd together
Me and Duck was trappin' early mornin', servin' fiends together
Spent my last on weed, me and lil' Dee sippin' lean together
Moo, he love pipes, smilin' 'cause he got a clean Beretta
Yeah, the gang scored up in that field, we got some rings together
Ballin' like Tim Duncan, win or lose, I'm with my team forever
Got the same scars, we took them Ls on Evergreen together
Never understood my point of view because I seen it better
I couldn't be right back in that cell, stressin', readin' letters
Nina and my Wesson like a duet, they gon' sing together
Like to slide at night, put that .40 and that beam together
Homicide, you feel your soul shakin' when them demons catch you
Shit bag, put him on that machine until he breathin' better
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
Huh, I know when to speak after silence
Man down, they catchin' Bs, you hear them sirens
My heart out, I'm tryna bleed on the mic stand
Bro, it's either you or me when the night ends (uh, uh)
Gotta pray over your kids because it's dangerous in the Chi'
Walkin' slow up to that casket, tears rainin' from his eyes
Homies left forever, I ain't get to wave or say goodbye
Hard-bodied and we gangsters, but that pain done made us cry (cry)
Used to wake up so f*cked up, like I can't wait until I die ('til I die)
To the point that I feel like I ain't myself if I ain't high
Now I'm foreign whippin', thinkin' 'bout new chains that I can buy
Devil breathin' down my neck, but I got angels in the sky (sky)
And I can't reveal the way I really feel, it's hard to try
Heard the opps, they want me dead because I'm dissin', tellin' lies
Feeling mutual, stuff bullets in that SIG and let it fly
Execute him, headshot, knock his brains up out his eye (up out his eye)
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
Huh, I know when to speak after silence
Man down, they catchin' Bs, you hear them sirens
My heart out, I'm tryna bleed on the mic stand
Bro, it's either you or me when the night ends
Lookin' through my memories, I never thought that you would leave forever
Since 2014, been Gucci Gang, gon' throw up Ts forever
Playin' basketball, me and Ed had hoop dreams together
Jasmine block party, me and 3 was out there T'd together
Me and Duck was trappin' early mornin', servin' fiends together
Spent my last on weed, me and lil' Dee sippin' lean together
Moo, he love pipes, smilin' 'cause he got a clean Beretta
Yeah, the gang scored up in that field, we got some rings together
Ballin' like Tim Duncan, win or lose, I'm with my team forever
Got the same scars, we took them Ls on Evergreen together
Never understood my point of view because I seen it better
I couldn't be right back in that cell, stressin', readin' letters
Nina and my Wesson like a duet, they gon' sing together
Like to slide at night, put that .40 and that beam together
Homicide, you feel your soul shakin' when them demons catch you
Shit bag, put him on that machine until he breathin' better
One life, you get one chance
Lot of shit I'm goin' through, no, they don't understand
I was walkin' through the trenches with my gun in hand
I know losses come with the gang, but that wasn't the plan
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Daniel Ivy, 1HittWonder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Darkside
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
Lately, I've been out of touch with all my feelings
So when you say you love me, I don't get it
I don't try to act like I'm above 'em, I'm just different
And I'm boolin' with my Bloods, know how we drippin'
F*ck them niggas forever, I'm holdin' grudges with my gremlins
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a stud, I'm pistol grippin'
We'll let the whole clip off in the club like f*ck a snippet
Shit been crazy, I've been tryna tell my thugs to stop the killin'
I just hope them gangster angels come and hug him while he drillin'
I might never cough again from all that mud that I was sippin'
Missin' school every day, but on that block, perfect attendance
Bein' broke the root of evil, it'll turn you to a menace
It's so hard to beat the odds when we was taught to be statistics
In this life, you only see the graveyard or go to prison
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
All alone without no friends, I wish I could be cool with everybody
Thinkin' 'bout them snakes, I wish I would be cool with everybody
Appreciate this life 'cause I done seen dead bodies
Foenem keep slidin' with them sticks, but they ain't playin' hockey
I contemplate 'fore every move, can't never play it sloppy
Confuse my confidence with arrogance like he so damn cocky
I beat it up just off my name, I'm abusin' my power
As a kid, I saw my grandmama abusin' that powder
Nobody God, f*ck the fame, G22 in my trousers
Cuz hate the other side, for fun, he shoot at them cowards
They just steady hittin' blocks and they might do that for hours
Them hollows rain, he better hope he bulletproof in that shower
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
Uh, uh
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
Lately, I've been out of touch with all my feelings
So when you say you love me, I don't get it
I don't try to act like I'm above 'em, I'm just different
And I'm boolin' with my Bloods, know how we drippin'
F*ck them niggas forever, I'm holdin' grudges with my gremlins
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a stud, I'm pistol grippin'
We'll let the whole clip off in the club like f*ck a snippet
Shit been crazy, I've been tryna tell my thugs to stop the killin'
I just hope them gangster angels come and hug him while he drillin'
I might never cough again from all that mud that I was sippin'
Missin' school every day, but on that block, perfect attendance
Bein' broke the root of evil, it'll turn you to a menace
It's so hard to beat the odds when we was taught to be statistics
In this life, you only see the graveyard or go to prison
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
All alone without no friends, I wish I could be cool with everybody
Thinkin' 'bout them snakes, I wish I would be cool with everybody
Appreciate this life 'cause I done seen dead bodies
Foenem keep slidin' with them sticks, but they ain't playin' hockey
I contemplate 'fore every move, can't never play it sloppy
Confuse my confidence with arrogance like he so damn cocky
I beat it up just off my name, I'm abusin' my power
As a kid, I saw my grandmama abusin' that powder
Nobody God, f*ck the fame, G22 in my trousers
Cuz hate the other side, for fun, he shoot at them cowards
They just steady hittin' blocks and they might do that for hours
Them hollows rain, he better hope he bulletproof in that shower
I'm the type to prove it, I don't talk
It don't matter what he do, it's all his fault
Stick together as one, it's still confusin' how we lost
I just wanted piece of mind from all these suicidal thoughts
Off the porch, to rob and shoot all he was taught
He was cappin', bust that U-ey, now he caught
Think it's sweet 'cause he just coolin' while we stalk
Yellow tape, his body fluid move across that chalk
In the slums, that's where his heart lies
Tryna find his way out in the dark side
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Avery K Cockerill, Martin Pueschel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bad Kids
[ Featuring GloRilla ]
(Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby)
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin' on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can f*ck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas
I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim
I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga
She know I ain't shit, I just pay her bills and give her dick
I get jammed up, then hold me down for real if you my bitch
Love a crazy bitch who act delusional and pull up quick
I ain't chasin' shit, ain't scared of losin' you 'cause, bitch, I'm lit
Don't get cocky, I don't want you, baby, I just want some dick
Don't get too comfortable, I'm really known for changin' niggas quick
I don't care about you enough to lie to me, lie to your bitch
I be delusional with all my niggas, you probably number six
Lil' ho be actin' tough, still gon' have her screamin' when we f*ck
Always act enough, I feel like need to get it rough
I like the grown shit, ain't too much I'm gon' need when I'm with her
Make her tone switch, like, "Whenever you need it, just pull up"
She like gang members, rep my block, I'm still that same nigga
High off painkillers, still won't lack, will let that flame hit you
Lil' bro like Dame Lillard, caught two hats and tapped the same trigger
Bae, I'm a paid nigga, they might got dog shit, but they ain't richer
I know he ain't shit, I just play along and fake it with me
Dick so good, wish I could package it in my purse and take it with me
I'm in my feelings, y'all, had to just cut off my favorite nigga
Back to the streets, I appreciate y'all being patient with me
I like an honest nigga, keep it P, don't put me in no drama
I ain't stupid, nigga, stop actin' like you hate your baby mama
He give me head, all up in it, shakin' his dreads like Waka Flocka
Like, ugh (damn), ugh (hey), ugh (woo), ugh (shit)
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin' on the net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can f*ck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas
I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim
I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Gloria Hallelujah Woods, Deundraeus Portis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Survival Of The Fittest
[ Featuring Future ]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin'
I brought her 'round the guys, now she gang
You will get traumatized where I hang
And he might be the man where you from, but in lil' foenem eyes, he a stain
No, I can't socialize with a lame
You will get posterized when I bang
Whether a slave or rapper, it's all the same, you got culturized by a chain
But if we talkin' 'bout rappin' and who is the GOAT, put a photo by it with my name
I gave my bro the keys to the Range
I got a switch, no need for some aim
These shorties'll make you bleed for a name
He ain't gon' never breathe, what a shame
My homies was seventeen, they was slain
That's why I put Evergreen on the chain
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin'
She wanted love, I wanna be rich
Give 'em a dub, they ready to spin
Lil' one been ridin', he hang with the stick
He put a switch on that new F&N
I'm in a fast car, burnin'
Go to Chanel and f*ck up a Benz
All this style, I got it straight from the bricks
Keep that for murder, finessin', gon' need it
My lil' brother, he a demon whenever he in a Trackhawk, got nobody on
Ain't no kizzy, I'm just puttin' this shit on
Self-made millionaire off the corner
Gotta slay her, nigga straight to the point
Lot of players niggas flyer than Jordan
However you want it, we on what you on
Ain't gotta question, my nigga, they goin'
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
To society, my brother a menace
Know they tired of me, they hopin' I'm finished
Who would ride for me if I wasn't winnin'?
And who would die for me if I wasn't livin'?
These hoes would lie to me if I was in prison
She wanted love, I'm sorry, I didn't
High off of drugs, I'm still on my pivot
Straight out the mud, I ran up them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil' broski, he'll bug, he vicious (woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin' (gang)
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Nayvadius Wilburn, Allen Ritter, Derrick Miller, Jacob Canady, Johan Rosa, Joshua David Goldenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Father's Day
God said, "I'll take care of it," I said, "Amen"
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
Uh, uh, uh, uh
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do, uh
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
I can't lie, my pride too strong to let you waste away
You been my hero for so long, hopin' I can save the day
But where I'm from, we rockin' hoodies, bitch, this ain't a cape
Addiction hard, I know that's somethin' you just can't escape
Tryna just make a hit, just add it to my catalog
I went from Xans, Percs, and X pills to Adderall
Ever since a kid, I seen you trippin' off that alcohol
And in the hood, I seen too many from that battle fall, uh
Deadbeats can lead to death, that's a scary sequence
My pops was there, he never left me wonderin' where he went
I'm forever grateful for the time that we spent
So I can only thank you to the fullest extent
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
(This just a letter to my daddy)
I had him four days before my nineteenth birthday
A lot of my friends didn't have a father
That's the reality of where I'm from, shit, I didn't have one
Like my father was pretty inconsistent, I know him and I love him
And you know that really instilled in me to be a man for my kid, you know what I'm saying?
To sti-, to stick around and watch him
I used to rap when I'd be with my pops
And we'd be on the block with his homies and I'd be rapping, like
And they'd just be laughing at me and shit
Yeah, he used to bust a lil' rhyme and, and I'd just sit back and laugh at him
You know what I'm saying?
'Cause I know he just emulating the things I put him up on (I know forever that you got me)
God said, "I'll take care of it," I said, "Amen"
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
Uh, uh, uh, uh
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do, uh
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
I can't lie, my pride too strong to let you waste away
You been my hero for so long, hopin' I can save the day
But where I'm from, we rockin' hoodies, bitch, this ain't a cape
Addiction hard, I know that's somethin' you just can't escape
Tryna just make a hit, just add it to my catalog
I went from Xans, Percs, and X pills to Adderall
Ever since a kid, I seen you trippin' off that alcohol
And in the hood, I seen too many from that battle fall, uh
Deadbeats can lead to death, that's a scary sequence
My pops was there, he never left me wonderin' where he went
I'm forever grateful for the time that we spent
So I can only thank you to the fullest extent
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
(This just a letter to my daddy)
I had him four days before my nineteenth birthday
A lot of my friends didn't have a father
That's the reality of where I'm from, shit, I didn't have one
Like my father was pretty inconsistent, I know him and I love him
And you know that really instilled in me to be a man for my kid, you know what I'm saying?
To sti-, to stick around and watch him
I used to rap when I'd be with my pops
And we'd be on the block with his homies and I'd be rapping, like
And they'd just be laughing at me and shit
Yeah, he used to bust a lil' rhyme and, and I'd just sit back and laugh at him
You know what I'm saying?
'Cause I know he just emulating the things I put him up on (I know forever that you got me)
God said, "I'll take care of it," I said, "Amen"
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Jermaine Elliott, Joshua Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Luis Bacque, Tom Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
From The Heart
Gon' let it all out
I'm only writin' shit from the heart from now on
I mean, I feel like I been doin' that, though
HOOD POET
Bah
Bah
I done seen niggas fall victim to them 9 shells
Asked if I'm the greatest and I told 'em only time tell
Came a long way from a dope-based clientele
And my ambition wasn't gon' never grow if I ain't fail
Money, power, fame, the only thing that keep these hoes here
Tweakin' in the 'Raq, swear that I done seen some cold years
No, he ain't a killer, he just actin' like that role here
Too deep in my feelings, had to wipe away my own tears
But I can't cry no more, I think my tears stuck
Still keep my head up, quick to let that SIG bust
Hate when they take credit for that work, they say they did what?
Always hit the strip, ain't go to church, wish them kids luck
He hard-bodied 'til them hollows rip his flesh and his bones
Tryna bury all our opps 'til all our blessings is gone
Don't think the white folks' hate for us was ever this strong
Who gon' avenge us? Undertaker keep collectin' 'em stones
Late nights when he slidin', he crept with his chrome
Always feel like it's his time when he checkin' his phone
Thoughts of suicide, cryin' with a TEC at his dome
And all 'em feelings he was hidin', they'll never be known
Love my lil' brother, I just hate that I can't tell him he wrong
Earned it in the streets 'cause I ain't feel respected at home
Celebratin' with me, 'member when they left me alone
Gon' let it all out, won't leave no bars left for this song
See me at the top, but they ain't seen the places I crawled
You ain't talkin' money, you don't speak my language at all
Reaper comin' for me, know they hope and pray that I fall
Was shootin' for the stars and I put all my faith in that ball
That's no bap, I'm just runnin' more laps
Hudson made me, I was a block baby way before rap
They killin' all the rappers, so I stay alert with my strap
It's too early to have the guys out here merchin' on Cap'
He a bitch, congratulations, oh, you earnin' your nap
Catfishin' 'cause they be a different person on apps
Don't need a switch to turn these lights off, them killers gon' clap
Rollin' the dice, lettin' them pipes off, which niggas gon' crap?
Dream chasin', they said the meek shall inherit the earth
My son won't struggle 'cause I went through that embarrassment first
Only time I know my heart is still there when it hurt
Gon' be that nigga 'til my family gotta stare in that dirt
Gang
I'm only writin' shit from the heart from now on
I mean, I feel like I been doin' that, though
HOOD POET
Bah
Bah
I done seen niggas fall victim to them 9 shells
Asked if I'm the greatest and I told 'em only time tell
Came a long way from a dope-based clientele
And my ambition wasn't gon' never grow if I ain't fail
Money, power, fame, the only thing that keep these hoes here
Tweakin' in the 'Raq, swear that I done seen some cold years
No, he ain't a killer, he just actin' like that role here
Too deep in my feelings, had to wipe away my own tears
But I can't cry no more, I think my tears stuck
Still keep my head up, quick to let that SIG bust
Hate when they take credit for that work, they say they did what?
Always hit the strip, ain't go to church, wish them kids luck
He hard-bodied 'til them hollows rip his flesh and his bones
Tryna bury all our opps 'til all our blessings is gone
Don't think the white folks' hate for us was ever this strong
Who gon' avenge us? Undertaker keep collectin' 'em stones
Late nights when he slidin', he crept with his chrome
Always feel like it's his time when he checkin' his phone
Thoughts of suicide, cryin' with a TEC at his dome
And all 'em feelings he was hidin', they'll never be known
Love my lil' brother, I just hate that I can't tell him he wrong
Earned it in the streets 'cause I ain't feel respected at home
Celebratin' with me, 'member when they left me alone
Gon' let it all out, won't leave no bars left for this song
See me at the top, but they ain't seen the places I crawled
You ain't talkin' money, you don't speak my language at all
Reaper comin' for me, know they hope and pray that I fall
Was shootin' for the stars and I put all my faith in that ball
That's no bap, I'm just runnin' more laps
Hudson made me, I was a block baby way before rap
They killin' all the rappers, so I stay alert with my strap
It's too early to have the guys out here merchin' on Cap'
He a bitch, congratulations, oh, you earnin' your nap
Catfishin' 'cause they be a different person on apps
Don't need a switch to turn these lights off, them killers gon' clap
Rollin' the dice, lettin' them pipes off, which niggas gon' crap?
Dream chasin', they said the meek shall inherit the earth
My son won't struggle 'cause I went through that embarrassment first
Only time I know my heart is still there when it hurt
Gon' be that nigga 'til my family gotta stare in that dirt
Gang
Writer: Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Joshua Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Max Adam Lord, Matthew-Kyle Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hood Poet (a backronym for "He Overcame Obstacles During Pain or Emotional Trauma") is the fourth studio album by American rapper Polo G.
It was released on August 9, 2024 through Columbia Records. The album features guest appearances from 42 Dugg, Fridayy, Future, GloRilla, G Herbo, Hunxho, Offset, Lil Durk, and The Kid Laroi.
The album serves as a follow-up to Bartlett's deluxe album, Hall of Fame 2.0 (2021).
The album was supported by four official singles: "Distraction", "Barely Holdin' On", "Angels in the Sky", and "We Uh Shoot" featuring Lil Durk.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Polo GIt was released on August 9, 2024 through Columbia Records. The album features guest appearances from 42 Dugg, Fridayy, Future, GloRilla, G Herbo, Hunxho, Offset, Lil Durk, and The Kid Laroi.
The album serves as a follow-up to Bartlett's deluxe album, Hall of Fame 2.0 (2021).
The album was supported by four official singles: "Distraction", "Barely Holdin' On", "Angels in the Sky", and "We Uh Shoot" featuring Lil Durk.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: 42 Dugg, Fridayy, Future, GloRilla, G Herbo, Hunxho, Offset, Lil Durk, The Kid Laroi
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): 1HittWonder, Allen Ritter, ALyX, ATL Jacob, Avery on the Beat, Carlton, Cubeatz, Dougie F, Dr. Luke, Dru DeCaro, Fridayy, Hendrix Smoke, Inverness, J3, Jaasu, Jermaine Elliott, Lufye, Luis Bacqué, Macshooter, Minor2Go, Nick Papz, Noah Goldstein, Oz on the Track, Pink Slip, ProdLau, Roza, Rozay Knockin, Ryan Bakalarczyk, Shottie, Smatt Sertified, Snake Child, Southside, Splited Stupid, Thank You Fizzle, TM88, TooDope, Twysted Genius, Von88, Wasa, Xander, Zack Bia
Length: 49:54
Released: August 9th, 2024
Year: 2024