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S.I.P

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Hip-Hop/Rap

S.I.P was released on October 25, 2024 by Columbia as a part of the album S.I.P - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Polo G

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Taurus Bartlett

Taurus Bartlett

Songwriter

Jahmere Tylon

Songwriter

Malikov Bulat Radikovich

Malikov Bulat Radikovich

Songwriter

Vikentsi Kudrautsau

Vikentsi Kudrautsau

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Ayo

Producer

higherrside

Producer

Todd Hurtt

Recording Engineer

Carter

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Yo, Ayo)

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh

Uh, uh

[Chorus]

I kept fuckin' up, I'm the one that hurt my own feelings

I'm up twenty million, still be tryna go back home killin'

Know these drugs hurt my health, told me quit, but I don't listen

High, but I stay to myself, I'm always in my zone chillin'

Always bound for a setback, fuckin' with the wrong bitches

Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchin'

Promised my fans that I'll be back, I know it's been a long minute

You diss the dead and we react and pop out with them chrome switches

[Verse 1]

So many times when I fucked up, I said, "Mama, I'm sorry"

Now it's her fault for where we stuck, she still won't even call me

Why it's like I feel no love when my demons follow me?

In the backseat, mask and gloves, cook his bean like coffee

I see a opp, I'll run him over then go fill my cup

No James Brown, he on the ground, I tell him, "Get on up"

When I was broke, they wasn't around, I had to fix my luck

Trapped in the trench, couldn't duck the crown, I told 'em, "Fix my cuffs"

Ain't no bigger reality than starin' at the grave

I used to scrape up change for Swishers, now I'm extra paid

You know Cap a silent killer, Kawhi with the braids

And I ball just like a Clipper when I'm in L.A.

Stay in your lane or park the whip, KRISS Vec' or a mop on here

We don't play with starter clips, **** better not start in here

If he ain't a spirit, in the system where my partners went

Amiri denims for my fit, my pants your apartment rent

[Chorus]

I kept fuckin' up, I'm the one that hurt my own feelings

I'm up twenty million, still be tryna go back home killin'

Know these drugs hurt my health, told me quit, but I don't listen

High, but I stay to myself, I'm always in my zone chillin'

Always bound for a setback, fuckin' with the wrong bitches

Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchin'

Promised my fans that I'll be back, I know it's been a long minute

You diss the dead and we react and pop out with them chrome switches

Written by: Jahmere Tylon, Malikov Bulat Radikovich, Taurus Bartlett, Vikentsi Kudrautsau

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