Gangsta Graduation Letra - Polo G ft. G Herbo

Damn, where them painkillers at?

(Ayy, Oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark)

Made a mess in blood, did shit just because

Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that's where his weapon was

This shit ain't no game, but he was playin' life or death with thugs

Was a grown man, but turned lil' boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, seen thirty M's, I'm big Cap

I graduated from gangster school, now I'm right back like I ain't with that

It don't even matter if it take some years, we still'll get our get-back

It's bow ties when death appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped

Send a nigga soul on vacation, we resort to ignorance

Standin' in the street, blood under my feet, I'm still stuck with them images

And down them same sewer drains where my remorse and feelings went

But once again, I graduated and every course was rigorous

Know I'm a god, but I know the most high still up above me

Got a big heart, but I got another side, so please don't judge me

Told from my elders like a thousand times the streets not for me

I was in denial, so I started actin' blind when shit got ugly

I was in the hot seat with my buddies, we'll pull up on shit like Huggies

Lil Grouch', I'm with him or Chuckie, since 2014, this shit got bloody

And that's like eleven years where you hold a grudge, it needs to be studied

Felt drained from sheddin' tears, but still got love, locked in with cuddy

Made a mess in blood, did shit just because

Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that's where his weapon was

This shit ain't no game, but he was playin' life or death with thugs

Was a grown man, but turned lil' boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, seen thirty M's, I'm big Cap

I graduated from gangster school, now I'm right back like I ain't with that

It don't even matter if it take some years, we still'll get our get-back

It's bow ties when death appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped (Ayy)

G Herbo, I'm from No Limit, I'm the fuckin' great (Great)

Dracs and switches, let's play ball, we goin' make it, take it (Let's get it)

Beat the streets with flyin' colors, niggas feel a way (They hate it)

Twelve years ago, I was masked up, on a drill a day

Eleven years ago, I was fucked up, all the rent was late

Ten years ago, I bossed up, now my mama straight

Nine years ago, I bought a condo in LA

Eight years ago, I was totin' my FN, caught a case

Seven years ago, I had my first baby, shit crazy

Six years ago, I relapsed right back, sippin' lazy

Five years ago, lost lil' bro, went to war

Four years ago, told all the killers, "Don't sleep 'til we up the score"

Three years ago, I was ridin' a Rolls-Royce, hoppin' on Lakeshore (Skrrt)

Two years ago, I ran through twenty mil', now I want some more

Just a year ago, I was back at the drawin' board, gettin' shit in order

For all the tears I cried, I drunk some blood, that shit taste just like water

Made a mess in blood, did shit just because

Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that's where his weapon was

This shit ain't no game, but he was playin' life or death with thugs

Was a grown man, but turned lil' boy again when he met the judge

I bossed up, lil' bro with the killers, seen thirty M's, I'm big Cap

I graduated from gangster school, now I'm right back like I ain't with that

It don't even matter if it take some years, we still'll get our get-back

It's bow ties when death appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped