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polo g | funk flex | freestyle #159 - polo g lyrics

[intro: polo g]
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse: polo g & funk flex]
twenty*two up in that clip, gon’ blow ’til i get rid of it
started, we gon’ finish it, i grew up with menaces
bug up, n*gga, what? we get so belligerent
once i’m charged up, ain’t no controlling my adrenaline
thuggin’ but we broken*hearted, we attack with viciousness
my shooters do no dribbling
better keep your mouth closed, don’t speak about that incident
bro said ‘fore he ever snitch, he wiping out the witnesses
and it’s f*ck 12, free the gang, b*tch, they innocent
tryna k!ll somethin’, i put a glock up on my christmas list
fifty rounds on that bl!ck, the drum my favorite instrument
and this sh*t is life or death, them shooters, they gon’ hit or miss
trappin’ or we robbin’, every day, it was a different risk
new patek philippe, f*ck your ap, i got the littest wrist
sh*tted on me back when i was broke, i got them n*ggas p*ssed
shining, took the spotlight, they wishin’ that i didn’t exist
sucked the guys up, her throat deep, you gave that b*tch a kiss
hit her with my chains on, she cummin’, diamonds glistening
hope and pray my brothers never switch up for them benjamins
ballin’ like a cancer patient, who you know as sick as this?
if it ain’t ’bout cash, then them n*ggas talkin’ gibberish
not your average rapper, lil’ b*tch, i’m generous
uh, r.i.p. my n*ggas, hope you feeling this
uh, free all my n*ggas, hope you feeling this, uh (woo)
‘member every day up after school, we was block bound
i was on the frontline, just tryna hold the block down
got too many dead n*ggas, i can’t put my jock down
let ’em think it’s sweet until i’m unleashing them hot rounds
hot ‘nem like a cleaning crew ’cause, b*tch, we keep them mops ’round
i don’t do the back and forward ’cause, n*gga, all the opps clown
back shot, headshot, ‘nother opp dead found
social beefin’ on the internet ’til he get knocked down
catch him on the outskirts, they hop out, he get shot down
all we know is trauma, bunch of sirens, and glock sounds
remember felonies in commissary, i was locked down
pray for better days, got on my knees, i just dropped down
don’t know why they mad at me, ’cause this is how god planned it
since birth, i was a shooting star, the trenches where i landed
i got hood magic, turned the trap house to a mansion
all we seen was hypes, now fans in the crowd dancing
married to the money, b*tch, the bag my companion
ain’t no looking back now, we took too many chances
fighting for they life, my n*ggas died on that canvas
if you don’t know the struggle, you will never understand it, ayy
uh, if you don’t know the struggle, you will never understand it

- polo g lyrics

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