Polo G – Trials And Tribulations Lyrics
Trials And Tribulations Lyrics by Polo G
Tahj Money
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”
Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before he tryin’
Can’t really fiend to a niqqa 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 bit*hes 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 niqqa when he keepin’ it real
Too much mad sh*t in this world, sh!t 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 pa$$in’ it about the murder, slang, now he with some skill
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”
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 sh!t every now and then
These days niqqa log in to who they wanna be
Feet up in the county, niqqa 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
[Chorus] 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”