Yeah,
Yeah
I remember
(Maybach Music)
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, duckin' 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 due to their old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas servin' 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 lurkin', we was servin', they was takin' flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rush in, 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 neighbors 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 (move first)
And I just bought a new Ghost (new Ghost)
And a crib out on that new coast (new coast)
And it all started from a dolla
Runnin' from the law, scuffin' up my Pradas
Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, aw
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'ma 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 rush in', 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 (shell tops)
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Polo & Shell Tops - Meek Mill
