Bars On I-95 Freestyle Lyrics – Polo G

[Intro]
((??) see that, right, (??)?)
((??) got some painkillers)
Uh

[Verse]
I’m just, “Polo” to the industry, the trenches call me, “Cap”
If my environment shifts it’s energy, then I gotta adapt
Been sober for six months, but I go through so much, I might relapse
Who gon’ take care or provide for us if I’on write these raps?
Money run been fu*king up my health, I don’t sleep, I take naps
I’ve been speaking to my higher self, he telling me how we trapped

I was backseat, tryna catch me one, if we bounce out, we clap
Smith & Wesson, that was favorite gun, if I’m outside I’m strapped
I don’t get it, why would they even play if they know we stand on business?
Ever since my dawg died, only rock Bs upon (??) Philly
We took a loss, we all slide, they couldn’t believe that I’m out pimping
We four-deep, all switches, they’ll be sweeping on the floor
I love my block, to make ’em feel it, I put, “13” upon my pendant
You can’t even doubt, I’m different, when I’m speaking up, they listen
I know half of these rappers b!tches, (??) gon’ leave, some’ll turn witness
My Glock always on my side, that b!tch got Perfecal
Who talking now? If it’s suckers, that ain’t s*it to talk about
You would think them killers ride receivers ’cause they all en route
From hollow tips he caught the Holy Ghost, made ’em Halla and shout
He got steady in that choppa scope for not watching his mouth
I weren’t even s*it, but twenty-two, when I went number one
Had to setback for a couple years, now I’m back on the run
Caught a pistol cased in, bonded out, bought out another gun
The street’s excited, but the losses I took, that s*it weren’t fun
Only right that I’m gon’ bang the streets when all my brothers hunk
I’m twenty-seven, now I’m wiser, but I’d still get young and dumb
Got stabbed up in my back so many times, my heart went fu*king numb
My momma let money get between us, like I ain’t her older son
Another hunnid million waiting’ on my fu*king signature
Soon as I introduce her to this life, I can’t get rid of her
Why would you run up on a n!gga? Like me, in particular

Like I ain’t gangster, or I ain’t from a block where all the killers from
N!gga