• 标题:Distraction (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Polo G
  • 专辑:Distraction (Explicit)
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  • 语言:en
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    Distraction (Explicit) - Polo G
    Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett
    Composed by:Taurus Bartlett
    808 Mafia

    Uh
    How I go so hard they still discredit my talent
    Took s**t too far now they regrettin' what happen
    Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage
    Uh uh
    You play I'm lettin' you have it
    Uh uh-uh-uh
    Them shots let off there's too much blood for one napkin
    They claim we locked in what if I wasn't rapping
    Fiend for that Ecstasy couldn't keep from relapsing
    Bring out the best of me it be a distraction uh
    If I tell my stepper "Come and slide" then he coming
    And I know it's f**ked up how he daily out there huntin'
    Heartless living savage life that's just how he bummin'
    But s**t at least it's a n***a I can count on for something no
    We left them candles spark play with us get punished uh
    We really had it hard now blessings abundant
    Can't tell I hit the top nah they can't wait to see me plummet
    Like for every win another L come punch me in my stomach
    I couldn't even enjoy my birthday
    B***h come to me about assumptions
    They can't talk wit' me on my worst day
    I done ran it up all hundreds
    Baby Chiraq is my birthplace
    If we got a problem we slump it
    Hard times spent
    It's the worst pain and you never get to refund it uh
    Bring out the best of me it be a distraction no uh
    Twin Glocks hit his head some memories
    Yeah these my new blicks hit they block with two switches
    They make my shottas shoot different
    We can empty out two hunnid shots in less than two minutes
    And B' was one of ours
    So that shouldn't be a name that you mention
    Hope when I'm talkin' you listen 'cause I'm just hoping you get it
    I tell my n***a 'bout himself
    He ain't got nothing to do wit' it
    And you can't call my phone for help
    That's if I heard that you snitchin'
    Don't speak on bodies on your block
    This just ain't how we do business uh
    Bad news turn your whole day tragic
    All they heard was that K clappin'
    Any problem we steppin' up like the crate challenge
    My heart on that notepad and still runnin' up
    Lotta snakes bites got low grass can't feel our trust