BaccendCelly - Polished Gentlemen Lyrics

I can't believe I seen my brother in a coffin
I was celebrating my daughter's first birthday when I lost him
All of a sudden, I start drinking till I'm nauseous
Only family over here, every nigga around me solid
Real hood, but still classy, we some gentlemen that's polished
I'm reprogramming everything they taught us
I invested in my patna, 4PF, bands hanging out my pockets
We them kids from the hood that was raised without a father
Sometimes I wish that my daddy wore a condom
I came straight from the bottom, keep it hunnid
That shit turned me into a monster, pushing weight
Inside the ghetto with my brother like ben laden
Elevating, so I chose a path to stay away from drama
My big brother a great dad he play his role like he a momma
Honer Roll, I'm hustling in high degrees, I'm not a scholar
Manifested all my pain into a dollar
Maintaining through my karma
I can't dress up in designer clothes, I'm rocking ISM
I can't be around nobody broke no more, cause I got kids
If he ever said he'll never sell his soul, he probably did
Chasing money, not a 304, I need all chip
I appreciate my problems, this a certified position
Hustling since we was young, we never had no pot to piss in
I could make a million with these words inside my composition
Got it popping in my city, I don't see no competition what up
Real hood but still classy we some gentlemen that's Polished
You can't take a L when you see it coming
Niggas hate on me so bad because they see what I'm becoming
If it's smoke with me, it's up with me, you'll never catch me running
I'll die about my money, you can never take shit from me
Front line, when it's wartime, you'll never catch me nervous
I'm paranoid, my city dangerous, everybody be clutching
I can't trust no dog hoes, these bitches don't be on nothing
My weed stanking like onions
I was spinning blocks with my cousins
I ain't never chasing no bitch, I be chasing after that money
I'ma fly my mom out the country, these streets really getting ugly
I survived, I ain't get lucky, my diamond chain be bussing
She keep saying she love me, I don't believe one word
Gotta pay me 25,000, that's just a hook and a verse
Waiting patiently for my turn, I remember sitting on the curb
We breaking family curses, my team really deserve it
Chasing that paper, I ain't never gonna stop
Came from the bottom, straight to the top
Section eight babies, we grew up on the block
Trauma-bonded occasions, we been through a lot
Highway cruising, plotting on the future
Smoking and drinking, vibing to the music
Make mistakes, that's okay, it ain't no excuses
I watch the way I'm moving, ISM the movement
What up
Growing pains
Shit hit different when you witness change
And you can't even do nothing about it but pray
Long live my fallen soldiers
I'll die about my money, you can never take shit from me
Front-Line, when it's wartime, you'll never catch me nervous
I'm paranoid, my city dangerous, everybody be clutching
I can't trust no dog hoes, these bitches don't be on nothing
My weed stanking like onions, I was spinning blocks with my cousins
I ain't never chasing no bitch, I be chasing after that money
I'ma fly my mom out the country, these streets really getting ugly
I survived, I ain't get lucky, my diamond chain be bussing