作曲:Polo G
作词:Polo G
We got dark clouds over us we used to the rain
We flame up the enemy to fight through the pain
We love oh we big homie we pack so we gangs
We grew up too fast
We perform we change
We struggles we hustlers
We just tryna get paid
We break the hearts of our mothers
We leave them ashame
We either don't got a father or we claim what he claim
We can't go like a lane and we live up to our names
We the killers who are victims we grant while we aim
We demons we drill us we inmates we slaves
We living the war zone we doubt for days
We bleeding we hopeless
We crying out graves we just so mess understood
We still in the hood
We still in the hood
We just so mess understood
Still in the hood
Forty cow was in my book
Back on my way to school
Cause my classmate was on his way and
Got put on the news
I know this life ** ain't felt
So i ain't playing by the rules
World revolve around for nothing
You swear do or be a fool
Just focus on my objectives
Not worried about being cool
** money in my pockets i been trapping like a fool
Work that job and keepknow i gotta stick and move
They wanna stick me in that hole
Like we out here playing pool
I hate thinking about my past
Cause it put me in this mood
Make me go and grab my mask
And nail a ** with the tool
Somewhere on the mission mugged up
Riding with that banger
And that's usually how it go
Just some shorty filled with anger
I'm from shot right when the weather rise
That increase the danger
I just wanna meet success
And turn my demons to some strangers
One day i'm gonna reach the point
Where every day like a vacation
Got my feet up out in cali
Then i'm cooling with the haitian
Station cop circle in the block
They just tryna remember
Faces in the field with arms out
And we steady catching cases
Judge bang that gavel
Now you feel that ** devastation
They ain't tryna fix the problems
But they hate my generation
They say go and check the scope
You will see who really drilling
Check the numbers from us trapping **
We always gonna be winning
From the shorties tothe grown ups
All my ** know it's get it
August twelve
** it all for time we do a lot of spending
Polo spaz and on them tracks
Haters hate it when i'm spitting i go crazy
That's a fact ** ** just admit it
I'm gonna make it out the shot
You gonna support to be a witness
Hell yeah i love my hood
But i can't die up in them trenches
They might smoke you tryna leave
My mama said don't be a menace
If they kill me it's my fault
Cause i ain't never wanna listen out here playing
You gon' kill or be a victim
But either way you dance
So this ** don't make a difference
If you go and take a life
You gon' spend your life in prison somewhere
Sittin' in that cell
Til you go braids and get religious
Now you wishin' for a way out
Beggin' god for some forgiveness
Just another dead soul
Let your family get to visit
Or you just might get away
Answers not a ** i want your conscience
It ain't safe from reminiscing
Think about it when you eating
Think about it when you pissing
Yeah that ** dead now
But that thought forever living
Roll the street ** ain't no joke
When i say that i ain't kidding
Bought the streets and just a trap
And they can't wait to catch you slipping
Just a younging on a mission
I won't stop until i'm finished
Catch a tech and we out
I had to pay attention now i'm all about my business
I don't need your two cents in it
Moving on to something better
You ain't known to keep your
Distance now i'm all about my business
I don't need your two cents in it
Moving on to something better
You ain't known to keep your distance
We got dark clouds over us we used to the rain
We flame up the enemy to fight through the pain
We love bro we big homie we pack so we gangs
We grow up too fast
We conform and we change
We struggles we hustlers we just tryna get paid
We break the hearts of our mothers
We leave them ashame
We either don't got a father or we claim what he claim
We can't go like a lame and we live up to our name