P.O Lyrics – .idk., Black Thought

Read the full P.O lyrics by .idk. and Black Thought from the album e.t.d.s. A Mixtape by .idk. along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Kaytranada, classic timing)

[Chorus]
Beating up the block from the morn’ til the day up
Money going down for the ones that don’t stay up
Serving hand to hand, every dollar is a lay up
Bando next door got fiends as my neighbors

[Segue]
(??)
[Chorus]
Beating up the block from the morn’ til the day up
Money going down for the ones that don’t stay up
Serving hand to hand, every dollar is a lay up
Bando next door got fiends as my neighbors
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
We get enough to get some money today
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
See either way these n!ggas know that I’ma ride

[Verse 1: IDK]
I got ’em switching sidеs (Move)
To the getting monеy side (Move)
I see it in her eyes (Move)
They only see her thighs (Move)
She out to set me up (Move)
So they can hit me up (Move)
Been bright as days that’s sunny since I sipped the sippy cup (Move)
Fu*k all the allegations (Move)
Lets see the evidence (Move)
If you ain’t catch me in the action it’s irrelevant (Move)
If you ain’t catch me in the motion then I’m motionless (Move)
They wanna see me in the box or want to see me dead
They see it equal though I want to see the latter less
The thought of breaking down them ounces add a ounce of stress

Either way I hustle on the block until I cash the check
Jump outs giving pop quizzes, I’ma pass the test

[Chorus]
Beating up the block from the morn’ til the day up
Money going down for the ones that don’t stay up
Serving hand to hand, every dollar is a lay up
Bando next door got fiends as my neighbors
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
We get enough to get some money today
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
See either way these n!ggas know that I’ma ride

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Ayy, ayy, I’m one of them
I paid the price, now I live life above the rim
I’ll show you how to separate the rock from the gem
From Philly where it’s people getting popped on a whim
Pray you not one of them, with your spot run up in
I know what’s more powerful, the pistol or the pen?
I’ll show you how to separate them boys from the men
The dollar from the pound from the Euro from the Yen
With just a tug of the tie knot, tilt of the brim
So when the stakes is high like stilts, I’ma win
In spite of hate from blood that was built kind of thin
Careful who you befriend, they will switch up in the end
When intentions all along was just to have you broke with them
That’s why I keep these jokers guessing
They ask me my profession, I tell them it’s manifesting
They check for my direction, I change it, I’m ambidextrous
My balance will never be anorexic how I’m eating while I’m beating up the

[Chorus]
Block from the morn’ til the day up
Money going down for the ones that don’t stay up
Serving hand to hand, every dollar is a lay up
Bando next door got fiends as my neighbors
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
We get enough to get some money today
Shelala-la-la-la-la, bum, bum, she lay, uh
See either way these n!ggas know that I’ma ride