Polo G – Young N Dumb Lyrics

Polo G Young N Dumb Lyrics

We was out here gang banging now
Posted on the block my chains swanging
Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe in one on ones
30 clip the AR and we love them drums
From where n***** die gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cried RIP to her son
Wasn’t on point he’ll be alive he ain’t get to run
Living every day hoping we survive it’s the life of the slums
In that black hearst took his last ride in the dirt now he done
So much going on I can’t feel a thing I think that I’m numb

Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu stepping on seashells, but it could be a glock 33 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from we don’t see Yale
Block baby I’m a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eye ball the work we don’t need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He’ll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry he really don’t miss

Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe in one on ones
30 clip the AR and we love them drums
From where n***** die gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cried RIP to her son
Wasn’t on point he’ll be alive he ain’t get to run
Living every day hoping we survive it’s the life of the slums
In that black hearst took his last ride in the dirt now he done
So much going on I can’t feel a thing I think that I’m numb

Society got too many distractions
Every probably don’t need a reaction
Toughest n***** they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat he was lacking
Lost his homie he seen that shit happen
Knee deep in that beef it was cracking
All this trauma increasing the damage
Hot shit what them demons attracting
This shit will leave you writing love letters from the county cell
How you fight in your sleep ’cause you hunting from soul odors dead body smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control over him ’cause he know him well
He just hoping the lawyer gonna give him another chance before he go to hell

Oh to be young and dumb
Don’t believe in one on ones
30 clip the AR and we love them drums
From where n***** die gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died heard his mama cried RIP to her son
Wasn’t on point he’ll be alive he ain’t get to run
Living every day hoping we survive it’s the life of the slums
In that black hearst took his last ride in the dirt now he done
So much going on I can’t feel a thing I think that I’m numb