Go Part 1

(album: Hall Of Fame - 2021)

[Polo G:]
Yeah, living in the slums, we just wishing for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Living in the slums, we just wishing for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh

Rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we shoot it up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
When I'm topping nina, I feel anger, I'm ascended (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losing all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexing for the 'Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbing, that nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Boom)

[G Herbo:]
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)
Still got a AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (Grrah)
Pussy, no bap (Ayy), I don't bap a lot (No bap)
Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (That's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger right on my lap when I don't got a Glock
Been toting pistols before rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keeping taking risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mill', that ain't really shit

[Polo G:]
Can't let 'em see me lose, they expecting me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwelling in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you, walk down, face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't sliding, have you get zipped up talking, my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trapping me (Uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't ducking smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for this Carti', it's gon' be a whole lot of red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playing
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh

Yeah, living in the slums, we just wishing for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Living in the slums, we just wishing for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low