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Trials & Tribulations - Polo G Lyrics


Dmac on the fuckin' track

Tahj Money



I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a colder savage

No point in church, 'cause the prison can't keep them poles from clappin'

They see my evil, but my soul attractive

Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts

Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up, like "Damn, this wasn't supposed to happen"



A nigga plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin'

Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before he tryin'

Can't really fiend to a nigga when I know he lyin'

Love my lil' killer, keep him with him, 'cause I know he ridin'

Hood on my back, was bustin'.24's like Kobe Bryant

Sometimes I think like what's the likelyhood of Kobe dyin'

And that i8, I dropped the top to let my Rollie shine

Make all these bitches stop and stare, like girl, he know he fine

Lookin' at the jury, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for mills'

I took my Glock on tour with me, way on OT with the steel

Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed

You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real

Too much mad shit in this world, shit got me fienin' for pills

If them bullets ain't take out lil' b, he'll be in the field

I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill

You passin' it about the murder, slang, now he with some skill



I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a colder savage

No point in church, 'cause the prison can't keep them poles from clappin'

They see my evil, but my soul attractive

Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts

Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up, like "Damn, this wasn't supposed to happen"



You know the come up was real when your mans hate

I just want a bag, put in that work and grow my fan base

I just spent my life up on that bean, switch my landscape

I've been tryna load up on them honeys 'til them bands break

They say money talk, them VVS' help it translate

And robbers get some hot shit every now and then

These days nigga log in to who they wanna be

Feet up in the county, nigga better get that phone to me

I ain't got it all, so could you please watch your tone with me?

Got my granny trippin' tryna figure out what's wrong with me

I'm from where you gotta make it happen when you wanna eat

They know I'ma spazz everytime I breathe on the beat



I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a colder savage

No point in church, 'cause the prison can't keep them poles from clappin'

They see my evil, but my soul attractive

Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts

Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up, like "Damn, this wasn't supposed to happen"

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