Testo Chinatown Pt 2 - Polo G
Testo della canzone Chinatown Pt 2 (Polo G), tratta dall'album Hood Poet Black Heart Edition
(Yo, Ayo)
I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore
Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure
Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for
No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war
This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer
Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore
Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers
I hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins
They cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'
That feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit
Gang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen
My opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet
Speedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it
I knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets
They tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options
Fell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up
Long addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us
Fuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked
Like Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh
We ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique
I'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick
I keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list
I tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick
I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore
Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure
Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for
No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war
This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer
Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore
Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)
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Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Jahmere Tylon, Anthony Catchings Currie
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