Polo G - 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 fuck
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 fuck, 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 fuck
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
Fuck 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 fuck
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
Written by:
Nicholas Mira, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
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