Songtext zu 'Suicide' von Polo G

Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)

My mama told me, fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides
Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime

Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time
I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized
Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?

Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?
We don't play shit ain't allowed
Disrespect, I bet 40 go, baow
Been a minute, ain't drop in a while

But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul
Young and just twenty bitches in my city
Made it this far and I stuck to the vow
I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'

I got here myself, they like, how?
I was hungry, out there tryna eat
Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud
Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child

Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down
That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'
I be runnin' it up way more than miles
Get the fuck out my face with them smiles

You don't want beef no more, you better bow
Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style
If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'
Just know ain't no pattin' me down

Know the police be watchin' my moves
In too deep, I can't turn it around
'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk
I know niggas pray to see me in the ground

Uh, my mama told me, fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides
Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime
Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time

I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized
Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?
Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?

For b money, throwin' bs, ttg, that be the mafia
R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya
My lil' shorty t, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up
Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us

Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up
Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up
Hoodies on like assassin's creed, we keep glocks with us
Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux

Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note
How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos
Don't do politics, I only hang with my draco
We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go

Uh, my mama told me, fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides
Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right
Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime
Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time

I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes
They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized
Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?
Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?