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Be Something (Demo)
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Polo G
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Told 'em I was gonna be somethin' That broke sh*t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach Ain't had nowhere to go, n***a, I was lost in them streets runnin' And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred Just happy I did it, n***a, nobody ever gave me nothin' Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin' Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin' Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin' I'm just gon' keep stompin' Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin' Now I hit the stage and they screamin' I was tryna cope through them hard times For them X pills, I was fiendin' Got a bad b*t*h, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin' You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's f**k you and I mean it Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless If my brother need it, then I got him, man, the whole gang know how I'm bleedin' Tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while I'm dreamin' In my past life, did some bad things, I know karma tryna get even Tryna get away from all the drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin' Told 'em I was gonna be somethin' That broke sh*t made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach Ain't had nowhere to go, n***a, I was lost in them streets runnin' And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred Just happy I did it, n***a, nobody ever gave me nothin' Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin' Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin' Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin' I'm just gon' keep stompin' We was in 'em slums prayin' for a miracle like would we ever get a break Contemplating deep in my thoughts I was searching for a better way Now I got a mansion in the hills, b*t*h we used to stay on Section 8 n***a once you start eating, better make sure all your killers get a plate We was taught to make it happen and he gon' starve...
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