Correction Paroles Blood on Cleats (Piano G Demo) par Polo G

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(D-Diego)
(B-Bankroll Got**)

Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me”
Fi was my n***a ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me
No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this sh*t accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh

Double G’s to the death, who I’m rockin’ with
And my steppers be standin’ on top of sh*t
I’m the last n***a you wanna plot against
Put that bеam on his head and demolish it
Everyday, usеd to post on the block and sh*t
Swear this life in the street get monogamous
Clutch time, better hope that them shots’ll miss
Like three-two-one on the clock and sh*t
Deep scars ‘cause I been through a lot of sh*t
I need to see a psychologist, deep thoughts in that cell
Could of got a degree on some college sh*t
My homie a slave to the system, they never abolished it
I know we regardless we for, care less about politics
I gotta speak up on everything I got a problem with
Man I thought we was stuck in the hood
Now a n***a fly all ‘cross the continent
I’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it
Stand on my word, I keep all of my promises
You was in love, my feelings was opposite
Still want your love on some toxic sh*t, uh
Hope I’m the one you can always be honest with, uh
Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me”
Fi was my n***a ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me
No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this sh*t accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh

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