G Herbo - Lawyer Fees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Wykonawca: G Herbo
Album: PTSD
Data wydania: 2020-02-28
Gatunek: Trap
Producent: DJ Ayo
Tekst: Polo G

Tekst piosenki

[Chorus: Polo G]
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this Kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I'm so post traumatic stressed
I'm 'posed to have it, yes
Gotta stay close to ratchet
'Cause bronem died when they ain't have it
September 3rd I lost a savage (Max)
I been through a lot, so I walk with the 'matic
Shawty and them on go they ain't talkin' 'bout it
Lay on the house we run up on whoever walk out that bitch
I been on limit, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Go like I'm pussy, I doubt it, uh-uh
Walkin' on hits, we was scoutin', routin'
You see 4-7 and shout it (4-7)
But when I got some money, ain't stop wildin'
Runnin' it up, it's a lot, pilin'
Runnin' these streets I got mileage
That's bro mama car, but he hopped out it
My new life ain't violent though
Chrome & Hearts, I'm stylin'
Paid some M's in taxes, but made a lot, so fuck it, I filed it
Made some M's, changed my surroundings
Then I bought som diamonds, ayy
I ain't gotta ride up Stony no more to be on a island

[Chorus: Polo G]
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this Kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Shots fired again, like last night
Back out on the 8-block, you damn right
Age of 14, I was playin' pipes
We're at war, made an attempt on my mans life
New to this shit, gotta play it right
Whoever tote the pipe gotta stay in sight
Get caught sacrifice, stay and fight
Everybody know they gotta pay a price
Gotta get high, get my head right
How the fuck you sleep?
You ain't seein' faces every night
And who want life doin' fed time?
It's already hard tryna see my little mans now
He owes like thirty, forty grand now
Miss fifty of 'em, how you still got your hand out?
Tryna execute what I planned out ('Cause I'm planned)
Help 'em move the sack, probably why I never ran out
Basketball courts got fanned down
Next thing you know, it's your man down
Niggas I was on the court playin' ball with got killed
Prolly why I ain't playin' around
Niggas I was growin' up with, real savage
Kill shit, don't run, they stay around
I was up every night, I'm from Terror Town
I don't wanna front, I'ma spread it 'round

[Chorus: Polo G]
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they tried to soil me
In this Kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

[Verse 3: Polo G]
No matter what, when it get rough can't let that shit break you
When you faced with reality it's hard to shake the truth
You only real as them circumstances that made you
Seem like they hate on you for everything that they can't do
Growin' up, it was just hoops dreams and AAU
Now it's county visits and burials while they take you
So, let me guess your homie's dead, and you caught cases too
Still paranoid from all them wars, 'cause everyday they shoot
Can't believe it when you get that news, you wish that shit ain't true
Them soldier's mamas breakin' down, they took away my troops
Want my shit red, for all my blooders, when they paint my coupe
I'm Gucci Gang, that's how we bleedin', but I ain't Piru

[Chorus: Polo G]
Now I'm the one who pay the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they try to soil me
In this Kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin' death, like he avoidin' me
Demons in my head, and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me

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