|
|
- Meek Mill polo & shell tops 歌詞
- Meek Mill
- I remember nights I used to sell rock posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hells hot
But it aint hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve oclock
Tryna get it Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws ducking the law Im all with it
Money cars and clothes I wanted em all nigga
I never was good at hoopin I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OGs sold keys and I had no cheese
Coppers lock me beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin work through theyre old dreams
They got shattered it aint matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit
The feds were lurking we was serving they was taking flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing they gon kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you dont stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
Its crazy niggas wanna kill me We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you cant let em to close
Thats why they call em close friends you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law scuffing up my Pradas
Crack all in my draws tryna make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet Awhhh
Drug money turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas thatll take a slug for me
No matter what it is Imma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right My niggas for life
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing they gon kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you dont stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
|
|
|
|
