Polo G - Bloody Canvas paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Bloody Canvas - Polo G



Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the world is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only 14
Don't fuck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin' dreams, and a street legend in between
That's when prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
On Chicago North Side, where the news reportin' live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family", that's what he told him
An empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
And his family hood famous, pop out, everybody know him
And his people stuck for him, so he won't let nobody hoe him
Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
All through his childhood, he was bad, but innocent
Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
This who he cracked jokes, made a bond, and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of gettin' beat up
They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
Adrenaline pumpin', now, they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went, "Baow"
Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
"Jacob just got shot", that's what a lady screamed
Now everybody out of breath, runnin' to the scene
Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
His eyes rollin' back, his auntie tryna tell him, "Breathe"
Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only 17
Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed
Fuck, man, this nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit, it got me fucked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence, but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
6'2, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around, but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homie
Got the lo' on the nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A light skinned heavy-set nigga named Rodney
Say, "He be out the west, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"
Yo, what's the word?
Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
It was the lil' nigga, Rodney
He be hangin' out up at the gas station on Pulaski
Tryna make some money, nigga always out his mind
Oh, yeah?
Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like 30 shots
He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he tryna sell his last rock
Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him fade him
It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chase him
Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
Ced walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
Gave him four shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Ced runnin' to his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
Plus they had his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fightin' drama now
Said, "Fuck it, takin' it to trial", he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him 49 years, now that's a lot to count
Now, prosecutors were askin' for the judge to lock him up for up to 25 years
The judge gave him 28, Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to 28 years in prison
He has 30 days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you



Writer(s): Khaled Rohaim, Shaun Thomas, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Harry Potter, Saif Mussad, Patrick Bodi


Polo G - Hall of Fame
Album Hall of Fame
date de sortie
11-06-2021




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