Polo & Shell Tops

Meek Mill

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    Yeah, yeah
    I remember
    I remember nights I used to sell rock
    posted on the corner like a mailbox
    First class ticket to a cell block, just to get
    some Polo and some shell tops
    Cold world and they say hell's hot
    But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
    Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
    Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock

    Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted
    Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it
    Money, cars and clothes, I wanted 'em all nigga
    I never was good at hoopin', I wanted to ball nigga
    Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
    Coppers lock me, beat me down like I was Cochise

    Old fiends coppin' work through their old dreams
    They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
    Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
    Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
    Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit
    The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks

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    This how it goes down in the jungle
    Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
    Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
    And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
    I wanted Polo with some shell tops
    I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
    And I was out there tryna sell rocks
    Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

    I done seen close neighbours lose hope
    Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
    I used to load my gun before I went to school first
    It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, we was cool first
    And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em too close
    That's why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first
    And I just bought a new Ghost, and a crib out on that new coast

    And it all started from a dolla
    Running from the law, scuffing up my Pradas
    Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit
    All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, aww
    Drug money, turn to blood money
    I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
    No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money
    To get my niggas right, my niggas for life!

    This how it goes down in the jungle
    Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
    Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
    And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
    I wanted Polo with some shell tops
    I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
    And I was out there tryna sell rocks
    Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

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    Composición: Carl E Mccormick y Meek Mill

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