[Intro]
Damn Mikey
[Chorus: Polo G]
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine, just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum, know they hate hearin' me stoned, uh
[Verse 1: Polo G]
I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano
Don't fuck with me 'cause you feel like you got to
Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo
Said I left her broken, I ain't try to
But whatever you want, you know I got you (I got you)
Argumеnts with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me
I was goin' numb, but that was back when I was poppin' Pеrkys
Grindin' hard for these fabrics, now I feel like Prada cursed me
I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy
Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty
Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with thirty
Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob did dirty
Score, fast breaks, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey
They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat sheet
Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef
Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet
Runnin' from the graveyard, so we pack heat
Damn Mikey
[Chorus: Polo G]
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine, just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum, know they hate hearin' me stoned, uh
[Verse 1: Polo G]
I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano
Don't fuck with me 'cause you feel like you got to
Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo
Said I left her broken, I ain't try to
But whatever you want, you know I got you (I got you)
Argumеnts with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me
I was goin' numb, but that was back when I was poppin' Pеrkys
Grindin' hard for these fabrics, now I feel like Prada cursed me
I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy
Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty
Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with thirty
Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob did dirty
Score, fast breaks, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey
They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat sheet
Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef
Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet
Runnin' from the graveyard, so we pack heat
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