Polo G

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Sonic

Talk slick, he a dead man, shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck, they'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

My life a movie, ever since birth, it's been lights, camera, action
I did a lot of shit in these streets but only got booked for trappin'
I'm from Chicago, where it's normal to hear .40s clappin'
All you hear is them shots let off, that door slam, and them tires scratchin'
Rollie on my wrist, gotta get more rich, I want that brand new Patek
I ball like AI, this shit effortless, don't give a fuck 'bout practice
Where I'm from we all on that car, if he drive too fast, we gon' let him have it
Opposition wanna kill me, and I'll be damned if I let it happen
And the day I leave this Earth, I'ma die with legend status
I'ma reunite with my demons, we gon' be in heaven cappin'
Hunnid K on VVS, just to show I'm blessed from rappin'
I keep this glizzy tucked if they plan on necklace snatchin'

Talk slick, he a dead man, shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck, they'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

My shoes from Germany, like James Harden, you'll step on the scene
Double G's, new Margiela, Alexander McQueen
And you know that bag on me, it's at least fifty bands in them jeans
Pockets fat and my jewelry dancing, diamonds flooded like New Orleans
Lavish life, now I live like a king, I got on, now I'm blessing my team
Told my brother, "I got your back", show my niggas what loyalty mean
But this shit wasn't as easy as it seem, my homie died at sixteen
I remember I was up all night, kept seeing death in my dreams
I was posted on Set with them fiends, hot and 'em got the TEC with the stream
Laser tag, we was playin' with them beams, young nigga tryna kill everything
Touch his soul with this four nickel ring, it's a whole lot of shots flying
You get face time with that Smith and Wesson ring, ayy

Talk slick, he a dead man, shots from the FN sprayin'
These days, they don't give a fuck, they'll shoot where the kids playin'
Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

Sonic


Autor(es): Eric Sandoval, Taurus Tremani Bartlett