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Polo G - THE GOAT Album Lyrics



Polo G - THE GOAT Lyrics






Dont Believe The Hype (Intro)

Niggas sayin' they the G.O.A.T., but I can't buy into the hype
I dig deep into my spirit when I spit into the mic
All them sit-downs in that county made me think about my life
Went through some tragedies, I made it out to make it right (D. Major, baby)
I was doin' drugs just to get me through the night
They weren't with me through my struggles, all the shit I sacrificed
I climbed out the darkness, now my Patek shinin' bright
I been ballin' just for you, I put y'all faces in my ice

I got a problem, it's no problem, my lil' brother gon' get him
Before he hopped up off that porch, we always knew it was in him
Don't give no f*ck, the twins gone, and he wish he was with 'em
He say them niggas ain't been slidin' and this crown don't fit him
He want all them niggas dead, it's sad to say but I feel him
If I ain't had so much to lose, I'd be riskin' it with him
Always rap about the guys 'cause I genuinely miss 'em
Five years later, thousand tears later
Still feel like the day when they hit him
Make sure I always say y'all name so ain't no way they forget him
Gon' always feel like f*ck the opps 'cause nigga, I can't forgive 'em
I got that shit up out the mud, I spend 10k on my denims
Snakes in disguise, they try to love you with a heart full of venom

Niggas sayin' they the G.O.A.T., but I can't buy into the hype
I dig deep into my spirit when I spit into the mic
All them sit-downs in that county made me think about my life
Went through some tragedies, I made it out to make it right
I was doin' drugs just to get me through the night
They weren't with me through my struggles, all the shit I sacrificed
I climbed out the darkness, now my Patek shinin' bright
I been ballin' just for you, I put y'all faces in my ice

With clips we pop out taper shit, like who need a trim?
Inherit hate it got me wonderin' can we forgive?
Everybody got they input on how we should live
Oh, life on the road, I barely see the crib
FaceTime the fam, my son smilin' every time I call
Back then, I slipped up, I got artwork up on them county walls
I sign a contract like Carmelo, I'm just tryna ball
Matter of time before we blitz him, he been tryna stall
Got smoke for hoppin' in this shit, he shouldn't have got involved
Them R.I.P.s put him to sleep like he off Tylenol
Hotnem gon' tweak them boys crazy, they ain't got it all
You know my pain and you my brother, I'm gon' ride for y'all

Niggas sayin' they the G.O.A.T., but I can't buy into the hype
I dig deep into my spirit when I spit into the mic
All them sit-downs in that county made me think about my life
Went through some tragedies, I made it out to make it right
I was doin' drugs just to get me through the night
They weren't with me through my struggles, all the shit I sacrificed
I climbed out the darkness, now my Patek shinin' bright
I been ballin' just for you, I put y'all faces in my ice, uh, uh, uh
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Writer: Angelo Callari, Darvin Barthellemy, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Treallion Escobar
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Heartless

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He f*cked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"

We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow
Catch an opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload
Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole
Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo
Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's
Before the bag, I was f*cking all the freak ho's
Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose
"Cap, how you make it out this shit?" I got the cheat code
Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals
Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul
Aye, never tell a statement, we won't leak those
Better not go talkin to them people, better keep closed

My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He f*cked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"

We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue
Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple
Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you
Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you
Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you
Lil' Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal
My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol
Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul
You would think we had a whistle
Lil' Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials
Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle
I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you
F*ck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals

My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He f*cked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"
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Writer: Dijon McFarlane, Shahrukh Khan, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Martin and Gina

(Tahj Money)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)

I think about you on the road when I tear down the booth
Girl, I can't wait 'til I get home and f*ck the shit out of you
Even on your worst days, girl, you still kind of cute
If it go down, I'm gonna protect you, pull that stick out and shoot
All I want is your love, I can't see no bitch after you
Off emotions, we did things that we didn't have to do
Scared of you leaving, I told lies when you asked for the truth
I second guessed if you the one, that's when I didn't' have a clue
And we Martin and Gina, but we ain't think about behind the scenes
The way I kill it, lose her voice when she tryin' to scream
We from the trenches, we moved onto the finer things
Now you done went from H&M to a designer fiend

He was playing games, got you dancing in the middle of the club
Got you dancing in the middle of the club
I know what you chasing, you can only get this feeling from a thug
You can only get this feeling from a thug
Tears falling, and it's liquor in your cup, all you really want is love
Baby, all you really want is love
Only talk to bosses, independent, can't be f*cking with a scrub
Girl, I know you can't be f*cking with a scrub

I get this feeling in my stomach when you next to me
Man, I'm tryna get to know you sexually
Take you on shopping sprees for therapy
Move you out to Cali', in my mansion takin' care of me
I know sometime I'm crazy, I was hoping that you could bear with me
Beauty and the beast, pretty girl with a gangster
I swear, you still the baddest in the room with no makeup
You the type of woman every hood nigga pray for
I vow to stay a hunnid, never change up
In that sun dress, damn your body so amazing
Love the way you smell, I'm addicted to your fragrance
It's somethin' about you, but I really can't explain it
Just know that you mine, I tell that nigga he can save it

He was playing games, got you dancing in the middle of the club
Got you dancing in the middle of the club
I know what you chasing, you can only get this feeling from a thug
You can only get this feeling from a thug
Tears falling, and it's liquor in your cup, all you really want is love
Baby, all you really want is love
Only talk to bosses, independent, can't be f*cking with a scrub
Girl, I know you can't be f*cking with a scrub
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Writer: Hagan Lange, Tahj Vaughn, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Flex

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new

Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet and these my favorite pair
Got a lot to lose, still can't be scared take it there
I was in them slums, shit get dreadful like some Haitain hair
I come from that zoo, it's just cobras, pigs and apes in there
1300 block, bitch, I caught my last cases there
Ain't no second chances in this shit, so we can't play it fair
Foe 'nem line shit like a barber, Glock knock off his facial hair
Caught him lackin' in his whip, they tryna find his face in there
Lil' hop out, he stay on go, bitch, all he know is green light
Let off shots with accuracy, show them what that beam like
Posted by that liquor store, sellin' what the fiends like
Used to wake up in low income, now I live a dream life

Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new

Bury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold too
Keep a shooter in there, try to rob me, this the wrong tune
I hit Johnny Dang and mixed the diamonds with the gold tooth
The FN sing a song like it's the leader of a soul group
Don't come 'round here like we friends, you know I don't know you
You know I got demons, allow me to show you
Lately I been on a roll, yeah, show after show
I know I'm makin' all the opps mad back home
Been a while since I had to dial from the trap phone
See you later alligator, quite a while crocodile, we gone
Pray to God that my money stay long
Also prayin' for good aim for when the devil try to go

Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new, mm-mm
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Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, Chris Madline, Dustin James Corbett, Jarad Higgins, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music




Polo G Stunna 4 Vegas and NLE Choppa - Go Stupid

(feat. Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa)

Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, gang
(Mike Will Made it)
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up

[Polo G:]
Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait till I got outta class
Used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all this rap shit I was gang-bangin'
And doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi' but I ball like a king up in Cali'
And shoot like Stojaković
Keep applying' that pressure, I go on the run
It ain't no lettin' up, ain't no stoppin' it
Had to tell my lil brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us? Well, you need to go watch the news
Niggas know we be droppin' shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one
Who been buyin' them Glocks and shit
I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic
But I got some hotter shit
I be rockin' a show, or if I'm not up in the stu'
Then I'm f*ckin' this cash off
Don't you know Polo G, skinny-tall with the dreads
That lil nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard he got surgery, still wanna climb from the back
Just to see if her ass off
Go like horrible rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets but we made 'em fumble
Like no, you ain't gettin' that pass off
Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be RIP once your ass caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day, a new chain on, mack boss
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost

[Stunna 4 Vegas:]
That boy a bitch, that's his damn fault
If you play, then you late, we could crash out
When I up in his shit, man, it's man down
And be all like pullin' them bands out
DOA, bitch, I get your mans out
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothin', I flip my advance off
When I hit the game with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap)
F*ck it, I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget
He clutchin', my lil youngin want him a bucket
I hop on this bitch and run it
If I said it, I seen it or done it
These lil niggas never robbed nobody
Ain't caught no body
And ain't gettin' no money (Cap)
Where I'm from it's sports or gunplay
We looked up to the killers and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
Didn't f*ck my first M, I'm bein' here, hood fame
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star but still personal one way
Then niggas talk but they won't play
We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday

[NLE Choppa:]
Yeah, yeah
Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin'
Big Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me a opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
The way I grew up, man, a nigga was workin'
Why the f*ck you got a gun you not gonna bust it?
And I'm huntin' success, I ain't doin' no 'Tussin
Trippin' niggas who chase it like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
F*ck the bitch and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I don't know why the police keep f*ckin' with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch a opp off the check-list
I just bought a gun off Craigslist
Shooter, I really burn, I'm leavin' a stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we kick dirt
My gun need some drawers, it got nuts
Whole gang we strapped, don't test us
'Cause if a nigga play he gonna get bust, yeah
In the lead, I'm top shotta
Don dada, got the bombs like I'm Gaza
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




21

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch o' hollows spittin' out the Glock
I've been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

Swervin' on the E-Way, I don't care if I crash in this coupe
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too real, might lose my mind in this coupe
Can't relapse off these drugs, man R.I.P. to Juice
We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you
Bond tight with my day ones, ain't tryna find no recruits
We was playin' give and take on that front line with my troops
Ayy, like who want smoke? We got plenty guns
Keep two lil' savages on X and they gon' get it done
And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun
I just been ballin' on these niggas, like I'm Kendrick Nunn
Every day my birthday, bitch, it's lit, I just turned 21

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch o' hollows spittin' out the Glock
I've been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

Ever since I stepped up in this game, I've been a bomb threat
I was in the trenches, tryna see a life beyond that
'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex
Nigga, where I'm from, they turn death into a contest
Livin' by the gun, put all my trust into this compact
My niggas went to war but they ain't get no Vietnam checks
Lil' bro want his head, he tryna make his brains ooze
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside where they raise goons
Took losses in these streets, shit got me singin' gang blues
I've been a real nigga 'fore this shit became cool
I'm the type to switch my watch up every time I change moves
He the type to get excited 'cause he made the Shade Room

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch o' hollows spittin' out the Glock
I've been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
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Writer: Keanu Torres, Khaled Rohaim, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




33

High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (what I'm sippin')
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin' (like we Crippin')
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missin' (what I'm missin')
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (oh)
Back then tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees that's how I'm livin' (that's how I'm livin')
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (designer drippin')

Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, when it get hot, they bring them TEC's out
Better watch your back or you'll be on that corner stretched out
Quick to change, a nigga standin' tall with his chest out
And they like headshots, it won't make sense to bring a vest out
Shit be devastatin', you find out your homie checked out
Parents lose control, don't know her daughter having sex now
Niggas hatin', I'm gettin' paper, that's what they pressed 'bout
Went down the wrong path, switched it up and chose the best route
I ain't use to have it all, I used to feel left out
'Member I was broke, ain't have a dollar, I was stressed out
Now I'm tryna get richer, like Blast, let's bring the jets out
Bitch, I need like ten bathrooms up in my next house

High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin'
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin'
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missin'
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different
Back then tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin'
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees that's how I'm livin'
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin'

Got a baby .40 with a new extended clip inside
For any problem, bitch, it's twenty-two up in this clip of mine
My people's looking up to me, so no, I can't be victimized
I got so much pent up anger, I just wish a nigga tried
You gon' die before you blink, yeah, that's gon' be a quick demise
The world be so f*cked up, that shit'll have sick and tired
You can't even post a picture without bein' criticized
Was broke but now I'm livin', everything I used to visualize
Thinking 'bout them stories, still don't make sense how my niggas died
That shit still haunt me to this day, them Ls hurt a nigga pride
How both of the twins leave, why one of them didn't survive?
Still want that point for Gucci, look his killer in his eyes
My bad I never scored for y'all, but at least a nigga tried
Walking through the opp shit with my Wesson, I couldn't get a ride
I gotta run through a check for every tear a nigga cried
Gon' make my mark up in this shit, make sure my spot solidified

High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (what I'm sippin')
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin' (like we Crippin')
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missin' (what I'm missin')
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (oh)
Back then tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees that's how I'm livin' (that's how I'm livin')
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (designer drippin')
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Writer: Jahmere Tylon, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Know

(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Dmac on the f*cking track)
(Tahj Money)
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one of a kind, I know your type rare
I know life is a bitch and she don't fight fair
How the f*ck I wake up from a dream to a nightmare?
Left us behind, you seen that light glare
I know you walkin' up to Heaven on them white stairs
Why I can't just pull up to your crib and see you right there?
Nobody love you 'til you dead, that's when they might care

Let's just be friends before we rush into a label
Wanna know if you really for me, girl, what's your angle?
It's only for the better if I'm tryna change you
Lovin' me ain't easy, if you leave, I don't blame you
Trauma got me f*cked up, so I'm mentally unstable
I got wrapped up in my emotions, now I'm tangled
Deep in my thoughts and overthinkin' can get painful
Watch how I move, one wrong decision can be fatal
Hidden messages, conversations with my angels
Just walk with me and you'll see I'm tryna save you
Most times I'm by myself I'm still confused from betrayal
From rags to riches, shit's still hard, I'm just on phase two

Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one of a kind, I know your type rare
I know life is a bitch and she don't fight fair
How the f*ck I wake up from a dream to a nightmare?
Left us behind, you seen that light glare
I know you walkin' up to Heaven on them white stairs
Why I can't just pull up to your crib and see you right there?
Nobody love you 'til you dead, that's when they might care

Livin' on his own and he runnin' out of options now
'Cause he felt like he couldn't be his self at his mama house
Hittin' licks, missin' school, junior year he thought 'bout droppin' out
Him against the world, .40 on him when he poppin' out
On his dark road, he just tryna find a proper route
Hate the criticism, he uses music to block it out
By his auntie, he was molested as a baby boy
Messed up his head, it even changed the way he play with toys
Up late night rappin', then they told him to quit makin' noise
Stuck in his feelings, he be spendin' every day annoyed
He wanna stand over a nigga, leave his face destroyed
He miss his hood, now this something that he can't avoid

Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one of a kind, I know your type rare
I know life is a bitch and she don't fight fair
How the f*ck I wake up from a dream to a nightmare?
Left us behind, you seen that light glare
I know you walkin' up to Heaven on them white stairs
Why I can't just pull up to your crib and see you right there?
Nobody love you 'til you dead, that's when they might care
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Writer: David McDowell, Tahj Vaughn, Taurus Bartlett, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, LUSH MUSIC LLC, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Beautiful Pain (Losin My Mind)

(This beat from Murda)

Girl, you got me losin' my mind
I just want you to see that I'm trying
Ever since you left, the sun don't shine
Don't wanna lose you in this race against time
Hypnotized by your love, I'm blind
It's so hard to pay attention to the signs
Without you, feel like slowly, I'm dying
Broken hearts can make a grown man cry

I was sittin there just thinkin', then reality it hit me
Hope I feel your same pain when that bitch karma come and get me
Feel like I don't deserve you no more, but I want you to be with me
We done built a bond so strong, and from that love, I know you miss me
Connected to your soul, I feel it when you hug and kiss me
Now your shoulder is so cold and lately I been feelin' empty
I got caught up in this fame and all these hoes, I let it tempt me
In that hotel room alone, remember I would hold you gently
Went on dates, we took some pictures, everything was movin' quickly
Manipulated, I ain't think a new relationship would fit me
But I told you we can try it, even though, I know it's risky
Mind games with our emotions, swear this shit get kinda tricky

Girl, you got me losin' my mind
I just want you to see that I'm trying
Ever since you left, the sun don't shine
Don't wanna lose you in this race against time
Hypnotized by your love, I'm blind
It's so hard to pay attention to the signs
Without you, feel like slowly, I'm dying
Broken hearts can make a grown man cry

Keep her in Love PINK 'cause I like how them joggers fit her
Wonderin' how I'ma play it, it was hard to get her
So beautiful, I keep her smilin' when I compliment her
If being this bad is a sin, I hope that God forgive her
Just had a son, I'm tryna be the perfect father figure
I kept you worried in them trenches, tryna dodge the killers
Tryna escape from this commitment made our problems bigger
It's hard to love with dysfunction, wish my scars was thinner
Tryna forgive me in your thoughts, I hope your heart remember
Know it's gon' hurt to see another nigga bondin' with her
Can't even look you in your eyes, 'cause I'm burnin' up with guilt
For that one moment, went to far, now I f*cked up what we built

Girl, you got me losin' my mind
I just want you to see that I'm trying
Ever since you left, the sun don't shine
Don't wanna lose you in this race against time
Hypnotized by your love, I'm blind
It's so hard to pay attention to the signs
Without you, feel like slowly, I'm dying
Broken hearts can make a grown man cry
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Writer: Ryan Vojtesak, Shane Lindstrom, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




No Matter What

(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, feel like he skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets they'll take your life and they don't give a f*ck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up

Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you
Money only change the ones around you
Nonbelievers listened to your dreams and they clowned you
All the same niggas showin' love, used to doubt you
Feel out of place when that fake love surround you
Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to
My dogs on go and ain't shit to bring them hounds through
We don't give a f*ck, we shed blood on that ground too
And when you fight for your life, ain't no round two
In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds too
Used to daydream and shinin' in the hood with these bands
Tryna leave these hard times, run through millies with my friend
But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan
Flyin' on these planes, wish that I could reach and touch your hand
I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans
My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, feel like he skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets they'll take your life and they don't give a f*ck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up

All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it
Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation
Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to Satan
The street's a dirty ho, give it your heart and she gon' break it
Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration
Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of bein' patient
If your mind stuck on the finer things then you supposed to chase it
Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated
Fake niggas show support, but deep inside I know they hate it
F*ck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated
Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'
Prodigy, a young king that's why my momma cultivated
In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation
Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces
Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it
R.I.P. TimTim, I remember out last conversation

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up
Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up
Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough
War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
Prayed to the Lord for better days, feel like he skippin' us
You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up
In these streets they'll take your life and they don't give a f*ck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
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Writer: Nicholas Mira, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Be Something

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you'll get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'

Plottin' on the come-up, we was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin'
Got a bad bitch, honey skin tone, pretty long hair, she Belizean
Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon
This function new, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason
Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin'
You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's f*ck you and I mean it
Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
If my brother need it, then I got him, man, the whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
Tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
In my past life, did some bad things, I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you'll get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'

Goofy tried stealin' my phone
Look, these niggas corny, these niggas can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that bitch every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe 'cause she wanted one
These niggas nothin' like me, I am one of one
Take the Bentley, four hundred, I pay the bond
You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this bitch
Everybody go dumb in this bitch
Niggas hoes and they mama a bitch
In the hood like Obama and shit
Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
Different foreign cars, ain't none of 'em rented
Hundred million cash, I'm comin' to get it
Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave 'em, I'm bringin' 'em with me
Keep a Glizzy, it's goin' in with me, I can't let 'em get me
No time for bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm busy
I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty
Niggas be talkin', but they never do shit
So if it ain't money, I don't even listen

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you'll get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
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Writer: Braylin Phillip Bowman, Dominique Jones, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Relentless

(Sool, we got one, nigga)

She don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large
I'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard
Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black charge
Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star
I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early but they had heart

White folks starin' like I don't belong
What about them nights I had to suffer?
Like they tryna make me feel insecure about my color
Ever since I made a play, been tryna educate my brothers
Heaven ain't the only way we can escape up out the gutter
And I been through so much that I be hard to say I love her
Poppin' all that ecstasy, I'm still tryna recover
War ready, I got lethal weapons like I'm Danny Glover
Designer match my racks, yeah, I'm one stuntin' motherf*cker
I'm getting money but still hurting, that's why I'm bipolar
I never gave up on my team, put 'em on my shoulders
Got PTSD from that battlefield, I'm a soldier
In section 8, was going through it, and them nights got colder

She don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large
I'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard
Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black charge
Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star
I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early but they had heart

Call up the plug just to help me with my challenges
Keep tryna fight off all this depression that I'm battling
Stressing while I'm dreaming, I keep getting sleep paralysis
G.O.A.T.-ed like I'm Pac, go from a gangster to an activist
All this medication, shit might leave me on dialysis
Keep my hand firm on this grip, this how we handle shit
Got me sipping D'USSE, it hurt to see them candles lit
Screaming, "F*ck the system," swear I'm missin' all my savages
I was brought up on that block but I hopped off the porch late
You would think it's basketball season all these court dates
V12 engine, push-to-start, make the floors shake
Hit bad bitches in my top ten like a sports play

She don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large
I'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard
Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black charge
Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star
I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early but they had heart, uh
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Writer: Andre Felipe Espana, Malita Rice, Milan Modi, Rasool Diaz, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




DND

Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin' (slidin'), ayy
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind

Make sure my phone on DND, I keep my door closed
I been tryna put the rap game in a chokehold
Diamonds VVSs, Gucci Cuban, color rose gold
We got weed, pills and Lean by the boatload
Don't stop at red lights, we stuck in go-mode
They killin' kids, wonder why the summer so cold
When your face pop up in my head, all I can say is, "Damn"
Don't try to test us in here like we don't ace exams
For one night she gon' turn up to this song, like it's her favorite jam
And now I slide in that X7, 'fore I take the Lamb'
Critiquing all my movements, type of shit that make me hate the 'Gram
Know I'm not perfect, just accept me for the way I am

Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin' (slidin'), ayy
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind

Had to make some plays up in that field, bitch we got tired of fumblin'
Hidin' them lil' shorties who stepped up like who gon' slide or somethin'
My niggas won't play, they hawk shit down, 'til you get tired of runnin'
He tripped and fell, they stood over him and that .9 was dumpin'
Like taco night, we leave them shells sittin' inside your stomach
Story the same, you know the usual, we die for nothin'
I dressed up for too many funerals, I'm tired of comin'
Made it out that shit, but it left scars, I'm still survivin' from it
All of them bad thoughts just tore me down, feel like my mind was crumblin'
I just want all this shit figured out, I swear I'm tired of wonderin'
Just 'cause y'all rep the same thang, don't mean them guys a hunnid
I come from starvin', fightin' cases, now I'm flyin' to London

Once we start a riot we can't keep quiet (quiet)
We want all the smoke, f*ck the peace signs (signs)
All gas, no brakes, we just gon' keep slidin' (slidin'), ayy
Glock cook a nigga, he get deep-fried
Snakes in the grass, watch out for rats and all the feline
I cut everybody off, keep hittin' decline
I swear these painkillers got me on the deep vibe
Miss the old days, got me wishin' I could rewind
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dewayne Kennemer, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Chinatown

(Yo, Ayo)

They been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up
Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets f*ck his soul up
With the shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us
The streets don't love you back but that's some shit they never told us
In my neighborhood we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us
We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up
New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up
They know who I am just off my name, I bet them hoes f*ck

Never know what's next up in this shit, just gotta play it out
Mama told me watch them niggas, they'll take you out
Why everybody on my dick? What's all the hate about?
Allergic to the fake, they get too close, I might start breaking out
Goofy talking 'bout f*cked one of my guys but he can't say it now
He was dropping T's, is you stupid? Left him stankin' now
Like a date at Ruth's Chris, we lurking, we been staking out
We gon' take him on a field trip to come see what this danger 'bout
Was tryna do them drivebys, but now we on the paper route
They flexed on me with rolls, shit don't compare to what I'm making now
Never had shit, every chance I get, pull them blue faces out
Running up them commas, bitch, I'm best friends with my bank account
She played me back in high school, wanna f*ck because I'm famous now
She ate a Plan B, pussy too good for me to take it out
At first they ain't believe, they see the pictures that I'm painting now
And I was the underdog, I got 'em claiming I'm they favorite now

They been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up
Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets f*ck his soul up
With the shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us
The streets don't love you back but that's some shit they never told us
In my neighborhood we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us
We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up
New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up
They know who I am just off my name, I bet them hoes f*ck

Every time I drop, apply that pressure, I ain't lettin' up
I heard Durv say nothing spazzin', I'm like, "Bet it up"
That boy think he on my ass, he just catchin' up
If we see them lights, we do the dash, bitch, you ain't catchin' us
We enforcing shit, know how we rocking, who gon' question us?
Let her meet the gang, this my lil' bro, is you gon' let him f*ck?
Posted on the strip, a hundred shots, we got them weapons tucked
If he get out of line, like pool parties we gon' wet him up
Big 30 on me, splash brothers like I play with Klay
Deep up in that water, it's piranhas, hollows ate his face
They tried to tell me I couldn't do it but I made a wave
Now I got a few M's in the vault just for a rainy day

They been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up
Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets f*ck his soul up
With the shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us
The streets don't love you back but that's some shit they never told us
In my neighborhood we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us
We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up
New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up
They know who I am just off my name, I bet them hoes f*ck
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Anthony L Catchings Currie, Jahmere Maurice Tylon, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave




Trials and Tribulations

(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Tahj Money)

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic
Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage
No point in church, 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'
It seem like evil and my soul attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen

A nigga plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin'
Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really feed into a nigga when I know he lyin'
Love my lil' killer, keep him with him, 'cause I know he ridin'
Hood on my back, was bustin' two-fours like Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dyin'
In that i8, I dropped the top to let my Rollie shine
Make all these bitches stop and stare, like girl, he know he fine
Lookin' at the jewelry, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for mils
I took my Glock on tour with me, way on OT with the steel
Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real
Too much madness in this world, shit got me fienin' for pills
If them bullets ain't take out Lil B, he'll be in the field
I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill
He passionate about the murder, slang that heat with some skill

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic
Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage
No point in church, 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'
It seem like evil and my soul attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen

You know the come up was real when your mans hate
I just want a bag, put in that work and grow my fan base
I just spill my life up on that beat and switch my landscape
I been tryna load up on them hundreds 'til them bands break
They say money talk, them VVS' help it translate
And robbers get some hot shit out the nine when them cans shake
These days nigga logged in to who they wanna be
Feet up in the county, nigga better get that phone to me
I ain't got it all, so could you please watch your tone with me?
Got my granny trippin' tryna figure out what's wrong with me
I'm from where you gotta make it happen when you wanna eat
They know I'ma spazz every time I breathe on the beat

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic
Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage
No point in church, 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'
It seem like evil and my soul attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: David McDowell, Julien Andersen, Melissa Keklak, Ryan O'neill, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Wishing For A Hero

Well respected in this hip-hop, lil' Polo be spittin' facts
A lot of rappers doin' way more stuntin' than givin' back
You ain't my color, then you don't know the struggle of livin' black
Cops kill us and we protest, what type of shit is that?
Man, if the police shoot at one of my brothers, I'm blickin' back
We hate each other so we just wanna score and go tit for tat
All these shorties want is points, they ain't chasin' a different stat
Really riskin' it all, what's the point when that nigga rap?
We seventeen, got forty years in the court when we gettin' cracked
Stuck in the system, they just watchin' us fail while layin' back
The government cuttin' checks but can't cut a nigga some slack
It's hard to get a job so we hustlin', flip a pack
It's all a set-up, no wonder why they call this bitch a trap
Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that nigga snap
Post traumatic stress and them triggers keep gettin' tapped
R.I.P. Malcolm, I promise to conquer and fill them gaps
Them corners leave a nigga boxed in, tryna break free
Crazy how I love the same block that tried to break me
Pray that I ain't in my own hood when they take me
This how we know a life of peace, what we can't see
I'm from where we unheard and we can't speak
We go to school, they try to tell us what we can't be
Profit with a billion dollar mind like I'm JAY-Z
They killed Martin for dreamin' and now I can't sleep
Why would the Devil take my brother if he close to me?
Now if you scared, take my soul, you see my bros in me
We missin' you man, this ain't how this shit supposed to be
Feel like I'm stuck, I wish them streets never proposed to me
Out there posted in the field with them soldiers deep
So now the other side wanna put a hole in me
Like every day might be the end of the road for me
We die young so I couldn't picture an older me
Fightin' demons, like them drugs take control of me
I let my head go and kill what they told to me
'Member we ain't have a thing, same clothes for weeks
Hardbody, that's how them situations molded me
Needed money and grew accustomed to this fast life
Pressure from this way of livin', so we blast pipes
Shit got me stressin' three hundred and sixty-five nights
Them people workin' against us like we don't have rights
It don't matter what this money and this fame can give
I've been hurtin', tryna smile through the pain and tears
Wish we could go back to them days when we played as kids
A lot of shit changed, that's just the way it is

That's just (that's just the way it is)
Some things'll never (some things'll never change)
Oh, oh, that's just the way it is (way it is)
The way it is (ooh)
That's just, that's just the way it is (the way it is)
Some things'll never (some things'll never change)
Yeah, that's just the way it is (way it is)
The way it is (yeah)

Never, never (ayy)
Some things will never change (some things will never change)
Never, never (ooh)
Some things will never change
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm

You finally made it big brother
You're the G.O.A.T.
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Writer: Bruce Hornsby, Bryan Sledge, Javon Reynolds, Jeffrey Gitelman, Priority Beats, Sidney Reynolds, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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