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polo g – live up to our name* lyrics

[chorus]
we got dark clouds over us, we used to the rain
we flame up the enemy to fight through the pain
we lil’ bro, we big homie, we packs, we gangs
we grew up too fast, we conform what we change
we strugglers, we hustlers, we just tryna get paid
we break the hearts of our mothers, we leave ’em ashamed
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

[verse]
we either k!llers or victims, we grin while we aim
we demons, we drillers, we inmates, we slaves
we live in a war zone, we die off all days
we bleedin’, we hopeless, we cry in our graves
we just so misunderstood, we still in the hood
we still in the hood, we just so misunderstood
we still in the hood
fourty caliber in my book bag on my way to school
’cause my cl-ssmate was on his way and got put on the news
i know this life sh-t ain’t fair, so i ain’t playin’ ’bout the rules
[?] revolver ’round finessin’, you swindle or be a fool
just focus on my objective, not worry about being cool
drug money in my pockets, i been trappin’ like a fool
work that job and keep my head up, know i gotta stick and move
they wanna stick me in that hole, like we out here playin’ pool
i hate thinkin’ ’bout my past ’cause it put me in this new
make me go and grab my mask and ill a n-gga with the tool
someone on a mission mugged up, ridin’ round with that bank
and that shooters, we had to go, just some shorty filled with anger
i’m from chiraq, when the weather rise, that increase the danger
i just wanna meet success and turn my demons to some strangers
one day i’m gon’ reach the point where everyday like a vacation
got my feet up out in cali’, then i’m coolin’ with the haitians
take a couple steps in new york, then i’m flyin’ out to vegas
hit the club and sit in vip with white folks gettin’ wasted
tell the opps to book a flight if they wanna reach my location
know the top around the corner, it’s so close that i can taste it
i’m ready for the life i want, i’m really tired of waitin’
feel like i deserve the life i want, i’m tired of bein’ patient
being broke, a f-ck-up circ-mstance, got out that situation
heard that money-talk, and now i just can’t stop that conversation
cops circling the block, they just tryna remember faces
in the field with arms out and we steady catchin’ cases
judge bangin’ that gavel, now you feel that f-ckin’ devastation
they ain’t tryna fix the problems but they hate my generation
they say “go and check the score, you’ll see who really drillin'”
check the numbers from us trappin’, b-tch, we always gon’ be winnin’
from the shorties to the grown ups, all my n-ggas know is: get it
august 12th we f-cked it off for ten, we do a lot of spinnin’
polo spazzin’ on them tracks, haters hate it when i’m spittin’
i go crazy, that’s a fact, p-ssy-n-gga, just admit it
i’m gon’ make it out the shot, you gon’ support or be a witness
h-ll yeah, i love my hood but i can’t die up in them trenches
they might smoke me tryna leave, my mama said “don’t be a meanace”
if they k!ll me it’s my fault ’cause i ain’t never wanna listen
out here playin’ life for death, and you gon’ k!ll or be a victim, boy
either way, you die, so the sh-t 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 brace and get religious
now you’re wishin’ for a way out, beggin’ god for some forgiveness
just another dead soul that your family get to visit
or you just might get away, or you just might beat that sentence
now this sh-t all on your conscious, it ain’t faithfull reminiscent
think about when you eatin’, think about it when you p-ssin’
yeah, that n-gga dead now, but that thought forever livin’
bro, this street sh-t ain’t no joke, when i say that, i ain’t kiddin’
bro, this street sh-t just a trap and they can’t wait to catch you slippin’
just a youngin’ on a mission, i won’t stop until i’m finished
cash the check, in reality i had to pay attention
now i’m all about my business, i don’t need your two cents in it
movin’ on to somethin’ better, you ain’t on that, keep your distance
now i’m all about my business, i don’t need your two cents in it
movin’ on to somethin’ better, you ain’t on that, keep your distance

- polo g lyrics

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