- Polo G Epidemic 歌词
- Polo G
- 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Tahj Vaughn/David Hutchinson McDowell/Sterling Reynolds/Lukas Payne
Dmac on the f**king track
Tahj Money
I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
Once you get my p**sy up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the b**ch
Before I knew applyin' wars, tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey sh*t, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad's goin', b**ch, we don't do no assist
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest sh*t
I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
Switchers on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's for me
Promise to my son, that the street won't get no more of me
Remember every line from that obituary poetry
See they peep on ballin', now just go back to ignorin' me
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on them, but they forcin' me
See him in person, then that boy won't stand on sh*t he been sayin'
Pop sh*t like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van
You know it's f**k the other side cause my n**gas gone
Always been f**k the other side, we don't get along
If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent, she did a n**ga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song, oh
I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin', "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
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