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Polo G - No Matter What (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polo G
Polo G
Executive Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Executive Producer
Stacia Mac
Stacia Mac
Executive Producer

Letra

Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you Money only change the ones around you Non-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin' Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it R.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Taurus Tremani Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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