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letra de be something (demo) - polo g

[chorus]
told ’em i was gonna be somethin’
that broke sh-t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
ain’t had nowhere to go, n-gga, i was lost in them streets runnin’
and i hit rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
just happy i did it, n-gga, n0body ever gave me nothin’
flexin’ so hard i might pull a muscle, but i just keep stuntin’
thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, i’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
police get behind me, i’ma press the gas, i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
i’m just gon’ keep stompin’

[verse 1]
plottin on the come-up, we was schemin’
now i hit the stage and they screamin’
i was tryna cope through them hard times
for them x pills, i was fiendin’
got a bad b-tch, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she belizean
tryna tell you, girl, i can’t love you, i’m a cold-hearted lil’ demon
dysfunctional, i can’t show affection, might bug out for no reason
really you don’t even gotta be here, i done got so used to people leavin’
you was ridin’ for me, then you switched up, now it’s f-ck you and i mean it
couple situations left me traumatized, now i say less ’cause i’m speechless
if my brother need it, then i got him, man, the whole gang know how i’m bleedin’
tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while i’m dreamin’
in my past life, did some bad things, i know karma tryna get even
tryna get away from all the drama, hopped in the benz, now i’m speedin’
[chorus]
told ’em i was gonna be somethin’
that broke sh-t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
ain’t had nowhere to go, n-gga, i was lost in them streets runnin’
and i hit rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
just happy i did it, n-gga, n0body ever gave me nothin’
flexin’ so hard i might pull a muscle, but i just keep stuntin’
thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, i’m just gon’ keep dumpin’
police get behind me, i’ma press the gas, i’m just gon’ keep stompin’
i’m just gon’ keep stompin’

[verse 2]
we was in ’em slums prayin’ for a miracle like would we ever get a break
contemplating deep in my thoughts i was searching for a better way
now i got a mansion in the hills, b-tch we used to stay on section 8
n-gga once you start eating, better make sure all your k!llers get a plate
we was taught to make it happen and he gon’ starve…

- polo g

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