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Polo G | Funk Flex | Freestyle #159
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Polo G
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Uh, uh, uh, uh Twenty-two up in that clip, gon' blow 'til I get rid of it Started, we gon' finish it, I grew up with menaces Bug up, n***a, what? We get so belligerent Once I'm charged up, ain't no controlling my adrenaline Thuggin' but we broken-hearted, we attack with viciousness My shooters do no dribbling Better keep your mouth closed, don't speak about that incident Bro said 'fore he ever snitch, he wiping out the witnesses And it's f**k 12, free the gang, b*t*h, they innocent Tryna kill somethin', I put a Glock up on my Christmas list Fifty rounds on that blick, the drum my favorite instrument And this sh*t is life or death, them shooters, they gon' hit or miss Trappin' or we robbin', every day, it was a different risk New Patek Philippe, f**k your AP, I got the littest wrist sh*tted on me back when I was broke, I got them n***as p*ssed Shining, took the spotlight, they wishin' that I didn't exist Sucked the guys up, her throat deep, you gave that b*t*h a kiss Hit her with my chains on, she c*mmin', diamonds glistening Hope and pray my brothers never switch up for them Benjamins Ballin' like a cancer patient, who you know as sick as this? If it ain't 'bout cash, then them n***as talkin' gibberish Not your average rapper, lil' b*t*h, I'm generous Uh, R.I.P. my n***as, hope you feeling this Uh, free all my n***as, hope you feeling this, uh (Woo) 'Member every day up after school, we was block bound I was on the frontline, just tryna hold the block down Got too many dead n***as, I can't put my jock down Let 'em think it's sweet until I'm unleashing them hot rounds Hot 'nem like a cleaning crew 'cause, b*t*h, we keep them mops 'round I don't do the back and forward 'cause, n***a, all the opps clown Back shot, headshot, 'nother opp dead found Social beefin' on the Internet 'til he get knocked down Catch him on the outskirts, they hop out, he get shot down All we know is trauma, bunch of sirens, and Glock sounds Remember felonies in commissary, I was locked down Pray for better days, got on my knees, I just dropped down Don't know why they mad at me, 'cause this is how God planned it Since birth, I was a shooting star, the trenches where I landed I got hood magic, turned the trap house to a mansion All we seen was hypes, now fans in the crowd dancing Married to the money, b*t*h, the bag my companion Ain't no looking back now, we took too many chances Fighting for they life, my n***as died on that canvas If you don't know the struggle, you will never understand it, ayy Uh, if you don't know the struggle, you will never understand it
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