[Intro: Polo g]
Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
(I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
[Chorus: Polo G]
From this crazy world, I'm tryna detach
That nigga real, best thing to do for him is havin' his back
Tryna find himself, don't know how he should act
And he shot from shells, with the opps all stacked
Twin Glocks like Cody and Zack
Picky roll, my niggas score like Kobe and Shaq
Chillin' with shadows, get no lonely than that
Keep your opinions, all I want is the facts
My youngin' slidin' for his birthday, all he want is a pack
With two hands hangin' out the window like a drive-through
I heard they're hidin' in their shit to come and find you
They don't understand, they only see it from a side-view
Lost compassion for all the times I was lied to
[Verse 1: Scorey]
I can't provide you, fuck it, at least I tried to
You still tear up seeing picture of the guys too
You holdin' grudges, told on evеryone denied you
You tirеd of hearing of everything, I'll be fine too
Heart cold, loadin' up them slugs
Now I'm ridin' down that dark road, he been taking drugs for depression
Heart froze, shine VVS ones in the bezel, only God knows what he undergo just to get 'em
Trappin' in the cold, seeing snow on the sweater, my lil' woadie totin' poles, he gon' blow if he's tested
He just tryna catch a body because Zach was his mans then
Don't know about it, you would never understand it
He think he high, but lil' tizzy gon' come, and fan him
Racks in my pockets, she wants me because it's dancin'
R.I.P. Max, it ain't happened the way the we planned it
Clutch on that gat we keep that metal like I'm mechanic, uh-uh
[Chorus: Polo G]
From this crazy world, I'm tryna detach
That nigga real, best thing to do for him is havin' his back
Tryna find himself, don't know how he should act
And he shot from shells, with the opps all stacked
Twin Glocks like Cody and Zack
Picky roll, my niggas score like Kobe and Shaq
Chillin' with shadows, get no lonely than that
Keep your opinions, all I want is the facts
My youngin' slidin' for his birthday, all he want is a pack
With two hands hangin' out the window like a drive-through
I heard they're hidin' in their shit to come and find you
They don't understand, they only see it from a side-view
Lost compassion for all the times I was lied to
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