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Polo G – Lost Files Lyrics

Lost Files by Polo G


Everything was all good way back in the day
Then whole hood really went wild
Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin’ them smiles
Swear the whole hood missin’ them smiles
I’m a Set baby, 1300 block a-- n----
You can tell from my walk to my style
I ain’t really hop off the porch ’til a n---- got older
But I been on the block since a child
We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky
Stay as far from as I look up to the clouds
Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine
That’s how I knew that you was proud
God was there so many times, could’ve lost my life
Or fought for it on trial
But it’s like he chose me to be the one with the mic’ in my hands
Steady talkin’ in front of them crowds
Overcame a lot by myself ever since I got rich
It’s like everybody wanna come around
I remember I was dead broke, n----, I ain’t have s---
You one of the list of numbers I could dial
Back against the ropes, wasn’t no one there to help me fight
N----, I wanna just throw in the towel
Keep my circle small, never let a b---- n---- in
Just somethin’ that I really can’t allow
Man, I’m sorry, but I can’t yell gang with a n---- who ain’t valid
Or down to do a bid with me
Seem like every day it’s a brand new n---- in my face
Tryna claim some kin to me
It’s a whole lot of n----- with thay f-----’ hand out
Can’t name one thing they done did for me
Hell nah, you can’t hit this Backwood if you wasn’t scrapin’ up change
Blowin’ Swishers in the crib with me
Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front
Man, this s--- lookin’ rigged to me
And you talkin’ like you live that s--- but I’m really from the trenches
I don’t feel it, so I disagree
Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle?
S--- fun but it’s bittersweet
What you know about days missing out on meals
Just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat?
It was re-up time, I was on my grind
Told the P’s I ain’t taking no shorts
We was playin’ the block, f--- a sport
The way that we shootin’ and passin’ the rock
You would think that we play on the court
When my n----- died, they thought it was funny
So kill ’em and don’t show remorse
It’s a whole lot of goofy a-- n----- in the way out here
Should’ve stayed on the porch
N----- ain’t ready to give up the spotlight
They don’t wanna pass me the torch
Yeah, I’m hot right now so they gon’ d--- ride
Whether it’s hate or support
But was I gon’ make it? Of course
Lil Polo like that man on the horse
I need a Lambo’ or a Porsche
Tryna run up them M’s
Got place to flex on these n----- like I’m liftin’ weights at the gym
I hang with some killers
Few lil’ savages with me, my shooters don’t aim at the rim
He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC’s out
Blast ’til we knock off a limb
Have him runnin’ up out of his Timbs
N----- know we be wettin’ s---
If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim


“Lost Files” Released on June 7, 2019