Left To Blame Lyrics – Polo G

Read the full Left To Blame lyrics by Polo G along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Polo G’s music, you can also explore Boring Soul and Spiritual War, two other songs by Polo G.

[Intro]
(Damn, 3, you tweaking with this one)
(Ditty, we ’bout to be rich, baby)
Uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, uh-uh, yeah, uh-uh, oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
My mind lost from all them early lies
My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried
TimTim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died
Might shoot my Glock until it’s finished, ’til I’m thirty-five
Uh, yeah, some things never change

Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang
We kept Buffs and pimps just when that pressure came
When I’m down and out, wonder who left to blame

[Verse 1]
How I’m ‘posed to play my part when I don’t know what’s coming
All that s*it was on your heart, but you ain’t tell me nothing
He ain’t never let it spark, I can tell he fronting
With my demons in the dark, telling hell we coming
Come bump with us, bunch of young killers, really dumb n!ggas
Mouth shot, nina tongue kiss ya, tell ’em, “Come get ya”
Party after party, now I love liquor
Don’t tell me ’bout him, I’m sorry, ain’t no thug realer

[Chorus]
My mind lost from all them early lies
My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried
TimTim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died
Might shoot my Glock until it’s finished, ’til I’m thirty-five
Uh, yeah, some things never change (Damn, 3, you tweaking with this one)
Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang
We kept Buffs and pimps just when that pressure came (Ditty, we ’bout to be rich, baby)
When I’m down and out, wonder who left to blame

[Verse 2]

Been years since my last hit, like where the fu*k your ass been?
So much time been passing, I cannot be a has-been
It was die or get rich, but that was in the past-tense
Make ’em eat clip quick, I don’t care if he fasting
B!tch, the money calling us, I’m on the phone, actually
I hit the booth advance, so honest what them songs gotta be
Rather leave it in the streets, ain’t got no known rapper beef
Let’s get it on, pack your heat, my shorties Chrome clap for weeks
If it’s up, we blitz, it’s just a simple understanding
We’ll bounce out in Rick and leave a n!gga on the canvas
Nina love to top a n!gga off, this b!tch so manish
Wanna be with his brother, switch let it off, your wish is granted

[Chorus]
My mind lost from all them early lies
My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried
TimTim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died
Might shoot my Glock until it’s finished, ’til I’m thirty-five
Uh, yeah, some things never change
Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang
We kept Buffs and pimps just when that pressure came
When I’m down and out, wonder who left to blame

[Outro]
(Damn, 3, you tweaking with this one)
(Ditty, we ’bout to be rich, baby)