More songs by Polo G
Description
An urban landscape where flashes from gunshots replace streetlights, and conversations are more likely to be heard in court records than on a bench outside a house. Here, even silence has a price, and every movement is read more carefully than words. Between funerals and trials, a strange philosophy emerges: live fast, don't look back, and don't trust the sympathy of others. Inside, there is emptiness; outside, there is armor made of bravado and noise. And yet, through the cold lines, a familiar weariness breaks through: there were once dreams, but the street simply shouted them down too loudly.
Lyrics and translation
Original
These shorties be lost for a name slime, it's always funny till you get caught.
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts.
Tryna deal with fame, grinding, paying for these funeral costs.
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk? That ain't what you was taught.
You know you never say what you didn't saw.
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought. He ain't gon' say it, so it's body language what I'm moving on.
I don't know who will cross. Shots from this Glock twenty-two get tossed.
Bitch, we can shoot it off. He ain't get a chance to duck. He'll still be alive if his head was up.
Don't cross that line playing on our side 'cause that shit there with us.
They just put on acts like they ain't scared of us.
Left with his pants down, we said, "Don't lack," that's what they embarrassed for. My J got us stand stuck.
Bugs Bunny, my carrots up. Somewhere fucking a pair of sluts. Make them lil' hoes share a nut.
Lil' bro left his ass for cuts. Show no sympathy, let him get spared for what?
Think my heart might need a repair, it's numb 'cause I can't care enough.
Checking temperature for all that walking. Lay bet, we give out whoppings.
We got bucks for real, please don't touch. Quick to leave scalps cooking.
They ain't never give shit to me, I took it. I used to dream, their insecurities made me think I shouldn't.
Hard to escape 'cause they at the bottom pulling.
Ducking cases, tryna dodge bullets. I kept spending time in county bookings.
Then I made it, don't know why they thought he wouldn't. You can't change how God put it.
Like the Warriors, that's how my squad looking.
These shorties be lost for a name slime, it's always funny till you get caught.
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts. Tryna deal with fame, grinding, paying for these funeral costs.
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught. You know you never say what you didn't saw.
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought.
He ain't gon' say it, so it's body language what I'm moving on. I don't know who will cross.
Shots from this Glock twenty-two get tossed. Bitch, we can shoot it off.