[Chorus: Polo G]
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh
[Verse 1: Polo G & G Herbo]
Rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we suited up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
One up top in nina, I feel anger, I'ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbin', that nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh
[Verse 1: Polo G & G Herbo]
Rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we suited up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
One up top in nina, I feel anger, I'ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbin', that nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)
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