No Matter What (Clean)

No Matter What - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Nick Mira

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Nick Mira

Hahaha Nick you're stupid

We was taught to fight no matter what

It ain't no givin' up

Never really knowin' it's your time

You gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush

And we can't get enough

War zone I'm on my way to school

Got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days

Felt like He skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system

Ain't no slippin' up

In these streets

They'll take your life and they don't give a f**k

Ain't worried 'bout the opps

I just been tryna run my digits up

Lost touch with God

I'm so happy that I found you

Money only change the ones around you

Nonbelievers listened to your dreams

And they clowned you

All the same n***as showin'

Love used to doubt you

Feel out of place when all

That fake love surround you

B***h I run my city

They know who to give the crown to

My dawgs on go and it ain't s**t

To bring them hounds through

We don't give a f**k

We shed blood on that ground too

And when you fightin' for your life

Ain't no round two

In the hood watchin' my big homies

Pushin' pounds through

Used to daydream of shinin'

In the hood with these bands

Tryna leave these hard times and run

Through millis with my friends

But my homies died young and that

Wasn't part of the plan

Flyin' on these planes

Wish I could reach and touch your hand

I don't wanna be awake

That's why I keep poppin' these Xans

My girl heart became a weakness

I did everything I can

We was taught to fight no matter what

It ain't no givin' up

Never really knowin' it's your time

You gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush

And we can't get enough

War zone I'm on my way to school

Got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days

Felt like he skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system

Ain't no slippin' up

In these streets

They'll take your life and they don't give a f**k

Ain't worried 'bout the opps

I just been tryna run my digits up

All my shorties know it's spark

Load that 40 up and spray it

Tweak with the squad and we start

Clappin' like a standin' ovation

Doin' all this sinnin'

Feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan

This street's a dirty ho

Give her your heart and she gon' break it

Just wanted to be rich

Was out there hustlin' with frustration

Felt like I was behind

So I got tired of being patient

If your mind stuck on the finer things

Then you supposed to chase it

Ridin' in that brand new Bimmer

I feel motivated

Fake n***as show support

But deep inside I know they hate it

F**k the industry it's all cap

This s**t overrated

Promise I'm gon' be the greatest

'Til it ain't no more debatin'

Prodigy a young king

That's what my mama cultivated

In that cell public defender tried

To offer me probation

Now I step out on that stage

And see a thousand different faces

Thinkin' 'bout my life

I probably would have died if I ain't make it

RIP TimTim

I remember our last conversation

We was taught to fight no matter what

It ain't no givin' up

Never really knowin' it's your time

You gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush

And we can't get enough

War zone I'm on my way to school

Got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days

Felt like he skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system

Ain't no slippin' up

In these streets

They'll take your life and

They don't give a f**k

Ain't worried 'bout the opps

I just been tryna run my digits up