Summertime, out there slavin', we exhausted from the heat
Better get a ride home, 'cause ain't no walkin' when it's beef
They only wanna know a story when they chalk him in the street
Buries you downside when that coffin gettin' deep
Twenty-five, that's just an age that we often don't get to see
Told bro to stay on point, 'cause they'll knock him off to get to me
Stuck in my gangsta ways, I'm living lawless and discrete
Ain't go to see a therapist, I just start talkin' to them beats
I'm just tryna be that baller that my dawg ain't get to be
I got bigger dreams, 'cause I ain't doin' all this shit for me
Was always confident, they tried to tell me that I couldn't brag
Brown card box, that's where the money, crack, the kush stashed
On the west side, I'm tryna hustle for a lil' cash
Angel on my shoulder can't convince me that I shouldn't spaz
Disrespectful niggas get a zipper and foot-tag
Like a track race, that gun went off and then they took ass
Momma disappointed, my mistakes just made it look bad
Always found something to get into with my crooked ass
Then I beat the odds, 'cause I can come up with a hook fast
P-O-L-O G that's just a name that you can't look past
I'm goin' number one for all the times that we was put last
