e was out here gangbangin' now Posted on the block, my chain swangin' Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb, uh, uh Pay attention to detail Made a million off my email Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells But it could be a Glock 23 shell Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed Where I come from, we don't see Yale Block baby, I'm a trap scholar I really studied them streets well Eyeball the work, we don't need scales I got baking soda on resale He'll do anything not to see jail No respect if he act like a female He really a bitch, uh I gave my glizzy a switch Four seconds, we empty a stick Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb Society got too many distractions Every problem don't need a reaction Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense Even though kept his heat, he was lackin' Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin' All this trauma increasin' the damage Hot shit with 'em demons attractin' This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors, dead body smell Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
@floridamadejayb44712 жыл бұрын
Hate polo g flow. This why I can’t listen to him for too long
@nikejames122 жыл бұрын
What’s crazy is you don’t have to listen to him at all. You didn’t even have to comment. No need for that. Move around bruh. Just want clout
@floridamadejayb44712 жыл бұрын
@@nikejames12 😂😂 bruh flow trash n I’m sticking too it
@nikejames122 жыл бұрын
@@floridamadejayb4471 if his flow was truly trash then he wouldn’t be where he at. Just don’t like his sound but can’t use your opinion and state it as fact
@floridamadejayb44712 жыл бұрын
@@nikejames12 polo g overrated. It’s fan like u that got him here
@mahamudali85952 жыл бұрын
@@floridamadejayb4471 polo versatile that's why he gone be the goat one day