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Polo G

Decisions

 

Decisions

(Album: Hall Of Fame 2.0 - 2021)


(Census, what you cookin'?)

Free Lil Stank, high speed on the cops, he gon' control the wheel
Lil' foenem gon' hop out on your block, they tryna overkill
Might relapse, linking with my gangers make me want a pill
My niggas gone and I got so much anger I don't wanna feel
Told her, "Baby, tat my name on it so I know it's real"
But I can't be your knight in shining armor, I don't own a shield
Trenches playing foul but we won't drop no flags on the field
Foreigns back to back, I make 'em sick so I'm Corona ill
Had a bond, we grew apart, just tryna trust my foolish heart
Front line, my shooters spark, might go and shut down Seward Park
Bullseye like he threw a dart, pray my young niggas out moving smart
Pray they moving smart, uh

When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm taking my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?

I'm tryna evaporate his soul with them bullets
Hurt his auntie when she seen him lose his soul on that footage
I'm from Chiraq where they'll roll 'em doughs when you ain't looking, uh
They gon' fry his top just like a stove, leave him cooking
Pop Out Gang, I been on the road, taking bookings
I'm the nigga went and did everything they said I couldn't
Racing to the top, bitch, stay in your lane and keep it pushing
Playing with my guap, that's gon have lil' gang 'nem in your bushes, uh
Deep up in that water with the sharks and the great whites
I remember days it was dark, made me hate life
Catch a nigga, kill him, let it spark broad daylight
Told him I'm the greatest, that ain't something I gotta say twice (Not somethin')

When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm taking my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?

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