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Polo G

Inspiration

Inspiration

Drip God!

Only chasing after bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go

Look at me grandmama I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slaving
Now its meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up brings them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharing my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages
Trying to figure my own self out
For some time I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We miss church every Sunday, in the streets it was shooters we was praising
Momma let the streets
Get a hold of him and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head seems like every day it was raining
Book broNem flights to LA 'cuz I know the hood too dangerous
I just want them to see better things 'cuz all my little niggas' banging

Only chasing after bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go

Playin with the racks, Serena Williams
We went from section 8 to millions
Procrastination is an illness
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
Out here advertising realness
On a date with destiny and that bitch karma third wheeling
Ducking cops and drug dealing
Shots fired fell in love with guns we find them new Glocks appealing
You wondering why the block died and them C's posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014 took our first loss and the ops start drilling
Now we see the G's that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat
In them corner stores stealing
Miss the old days, where I'm from this so the past put me in my feelings
4-hour flight away from the slums
Up in Calabasas chilling

Only chasing after bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go

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