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polo g - money & fame lyrics

[chorus]
i got stress building up, so dead opps in my lungs
cause i acquired all this money and this fame so young
lately i been popping percs, to help this pain go numb
we been shining, i’m just hoping that the rain don’t come
he got poked for his glizzy, he don’t exchange no guns
b+tch we drilling like cadets, we gon’ bang more drums
i gotta watch how i move, i know the feds want me
lil stank done seen them cells too often in that jam lonely
i up this bl!ck and i’m tossing, hope it don’t jam on me
if we bump heads you better hope, that you prepared for me
can’t take no lossеs cause we got too many dead homiеs
slide on his birthday, we come clapping up your ceremony

[verse]
with clips, we pop out, taper sh+t 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 on them county walls
i signed 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 sh+t, he shouldn’t have got involved
them r.i.p.s put him to sleep like he off tylenol
hot ‘nem 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
[chorus]
i got stress building up, so dead opps in my lungs
cause i acquired all this money and this fame so young
lately i been popping percs, to help this pain go numb
we been shining, i’m just hoping that the rain don’t come
he got poked for his glizzy, he don’t exchange no guns
b+tch we drilling like cadets, we gon’ bang more drums
i gotta watch how i move, i know the feds want me
lil stank done seen them cells too often in that jam lonely
i up this bl!ck and i’m tossing, hope it don’t jam on me
if we bump heads you better hope, that you prepared for me
can’t take no losses cause we got too many dead homies
slide on his birthday, we come clapping up your ceremony

- polo g lyrics

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