Polow Yo - Talent

Ice around my neck and my wrist and my fist
I know my mama proud her baby made it out the trench
Sister always said my daddy used to have the bricks
But I can’t really tell cause I ain't never had shit
Went to twelve different schools cause my folks couldn’t pay the rent
Had to move to different hoods and I ain’t never fucking flenched
Is he friend or is he foe back then I didn’t really know
Niggas switched up like some hoes the others turned into my bros
Had to mob with thugs but I still know what’s right from wrong
I Ain’t never had to rob cause I know how to fetch a bone
Pops loosing job to job mama burning out on loans
And I Never had a home till I got grown and bought my own
I was in the fifth grade when my parents got divorced
I was sixed grade when I got mixed up with the drugs
We used to hit Banana Joe's my brother snuck me in the club
Bitch I always been the plug it’s just that time for me to show it
I ain’t never had shit but a talent to get rich
I didn’t have to hit a lick cause I know how to make a flip
I ain’t worried bout a hater I don’t chase behind no bitch
I’m just tryna raise my kids and show them how to go legit
I ain’t never had shit but a talent to get rich
I didn’t have to hit a lick cause I know how to make a flip
I ain’t worried bout a hater I don’t chase behind no bitch
I’m just tryna raise my kids and show them how to go legit
Shout out to the struggle cause it showed me what was real
Shout out to the hustle cause it showed me how to live
Every since I was a kid I been tryna make a mill
Cause it was hard to eat a meal when mama stressing over bills
Twenty-seventeen probably was my greatest year
Finally had a son I can raise to be that deal
He don’t need a vacuum seal he don’t have to live in fear
Had to move up out the field and bought a house up in the hills
Baby mama tripping cause I’m out late
But I don’t give a fuck Cause her bills paid
I keep her nails did and her hair slayed
Long as she cook and clean and keep all of my kids straight
I had to turn a duffel bag into a suitcase
And I can turn hundred quarters into a blue face
I was born on April twelfth ninety-three on Easter Day
I was born to be a great my son was born to take my place
I ain’t never had shit but a talent to get rich
I didn’t have to hit a lick cause I know how to make a flip
I ain’t worried bout a hater I don’t chase behind no bitch
I’m just tryna raise my kids and show them how to go legit
I ain’t never had shit but a talent to get rich
I didn’t have to hit a lick cause I know how to make a flip
I ain’t worried bout a hater I don’t chase behind no bitch
I’m just tryna raise my kids and show them how to go legit

Written by:
Mario Long

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