Songwriter: Polo G

[Intro]
Dmac on the beat, shorty

[Verse]
Where I come from, all them niggas be hatin'
They act like it hurt to say congratulations
Gon' keep my distance from all you fool niggas
'Cause shit way too real, ain't got time to be fakin'
'Fore I start rappin', was adjusting a factor
Wouldn't give me respect so I had to go take it
They like, "Lil Polo keep killing them beats"
And I had to plead guilty to them allegations
I'm dead and go' to lay in that casket
Just puttin' out hits and he was the greatest
When I pop out, I be lookin' like money
You would think me and that guap was related
I picked the school of hardknocks over college
Gon' tee up with foenem and my graduation
Once I'm a success like I said I was gon' be
I hope that they give me a standing ovation
Shit that I drew up, it cannot be copied
But I know you niggas gon' still try and trace it
Can't stay on track, I'm distracted by struggles
So when I fuck up, it be back to the basics
Run that shit up 'til them people come get me
With cuffs on my wrist, lookin' mad in that station
I'm grindin' hard just to get out the gutter
I'm tryin' to take off, ain't got time to be patient
I'm out here riskin' my freedom for stu' money
Should tell the judge that I'm just tryna make it
I'm in that race real fast, get the millions
I been in my zone since I tied up my laces
Some of these niggas ain't fuckin' they bitches
Shout out to yo' daughter, she say I'm her favorite
It's Timtin gang, fuck a opp 'til I [?]
[?] make you rephrase it
Please do not play with me 'cause I really get busy
You don't want me in a car waiting
Fuck all that rah rah shit 'cause loose screws get nailed
But I won't speak on that situation
I'm in that field like I am some linemen
Told on sum', then I'll fuck up your linin'
Used to skip school to post up on the block
On the days I ain't hustle, made up them assignments
I'm [?] punishment, can't come outside
I'm on them when they gon' come outta hidin'
Lil Blast [?] they just might be slidin'
And bro just gon' blow if he don't like how you drivin'
Niggas be flexin' and barely survivin'
Say what they gon' do and don't make it happen
But I know what's to 'em, so that's not surprising
I ran the judge, get this money in private
I'm 'bout my business, and I like to mind it
I had to get to hot to adapt to my climate
Lil Capalot, yeah, I like to get valid
And I pick that blick and I just got to wildin'
I lost my mind, let me know if you find it
I hope that God forgive me for my sins
And I hope my grandma lookin' down on me smilin'
Yeah, I'm that boy from up north who be spazzin'
You wanna have more, just make sure you subscribin'
She said she just a star he was handsome
[?] baby, I'm who you describin'
Can't wait till I'm under palm trees on the island
Drinkin' out coconuts covered in diamonds
It's like they forget I'm the best, I been comin' so hard
Drop a hit to do some remindin'
My old bitches see what I'm finna become
So they callin' my phone, but I keep on declinin'
'Cause they in the dark, won't be here when I'm shinin'
I'm twinmen gang and we shine like no other
If Thursday night you was dissin' my brothers
On Friday I'm smokin shit like I'm Chris Tucker
He think he a bully, well, these bullets tougher
My youngins hungry for murder, don't lack while they lurkin'
'Cause bitch, you might turn into supper
Left in that ambulance, tryna recover
My shorties always gon' finish a nigga
'Cause victims survivin' confess like they Usher
I'm say less gang 'til the day that I die
Keep my hand on my mouth like I'm tryna get smothered
You with that opp shit, we make you suffer
Hang with the bricks, you's a dumb motherfucker
I'm so GDK, I don't rock with them suckers, bitch

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
You stupid bitch, ayy
You stupid bitch, ayy, hahaha
Lil Capalot in this bitch, man
You niggas know the fuck goin' on, man
I ain't really gotta say too much

Polo G

Taurus Tremani Bartlett (born January 6th, 1999) otherwise known as Polo G, is a breakout star from Chicago known for his impeccable delivery, rowdy drill records, and heartfelt personal tracks.

Born on the north side of Chicago in the Cabrini-Green district, G experienced the grisly and unforgiving realities of the street life within Illinois' largest city. Growing up on the block, experiencing the deaths of friends and loved ones, and facing jail time became the staples of Capalot’s childhood, which he in turn implemented into his music as a means to escape what he witnessed and was raised on.

The rap genre became an outlet for the Windy City teen to cope with the violent loss of several family members and friends. In 2017, he started releasing tracks on SoundCloud and YouTube via WorldStarHipHop, which slowly gained him a following.