[Chorus: Polo G]
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I'm so post-traumatic (Stress)
Yes, I'm 'posed to have it (Yes)
Gotta stay close to ratchet
'Cause bronem died when they ain't have it
September 3rd, I lost a savage (Max)
I been through a lot, so I walk with a 'matic
Shawty and them gon' go, they ain't talkin' 'bout it
Lay on the house, you run up on whoever walk out that bitch
I been No Limit, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Go like I'm pussy, I doubt it, uh-uh
Walkin' on hits, we was scoutin', routin'
You see 4-7 and shout it (4-7)
But when I got some money, ain't stop wildin'
Runnin' it up, it's a lot, pilin'
Runnin' these streets, I got mileage
That's bro mama car, but he hopped out it (Skrrt)
My new life ain't violent though
Chrome and Hearts, I'm stylin'
Paid some M's in taxes, but made a lot, so fuck it, I filed it
Made some M's, changed my surroundings
Then I bought some diamonds, ayy
I ain't gotta ride up Stony no more to be on a island
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I'm so post-traumatic (Stress)
Yes, I'm 'posed to have it (Yes)
Gotta stay close to ratchet
'Cause bronem died when they ain't have it
September 3rd, I lost a savage (Max)
I been through a lot, so I walk with a 'matic
Shawty and them gon' go, they ain't talkin' 'bout it
Lay on the house, you run up on whoever walk out that bitch
I been No Limit, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Go like I'm pussy, I doubt it, uh-uh
Walkin' on hits, we was scoutin', routin'
You see 4-7 and shout it (4-7)
But when I got some money, ain't stop wildin'
Runnin' it up, it's a lot, pilin'
Runnin' these streets, I got mileage
That's bro mama car, but he hopped out it (Skrrt)
My new life ain't violent though
Chrome and Hearts, I'm stylin'
Paid some M's in taxes, but made a lot, so fuck it, I filed it
Made some M's, changed my surroundings
Then I bought some diamonds, ayy
I ain't gotta ride up Stony no more to be on a island
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