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Yea, yea I remember … [Verse 1] I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo & some shell tops Cold world and they say hell’s hot But it ain’t hotter than that choppa when them shells drop Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o’clock Tryna’ get it, Dickie on and my fitted Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I’m all with it Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em’ all nigga I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga Cause the OG’s sold keys and I had no cheese Copper’s lock me, beat me down like I was cochise Old fiends coppin’ work through they’re old dreams They got shattered, it ain’t matter cause we thirst cream Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip Homies murder other homies just to make a brick Most my niggas done got busted tryna’ take a hit The feds was right there, we was serving, they was taking flicks [Hook] This how it goes down in the jungle Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble Letras de cancionesCops rushing, they gon’ kick in the front door And if they chase you better hope you don’t stumble I wanted Polo with some shell tops I just wanted Polo and some shell tops And I was out there tryna’ sell rocks Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops [Verse 2] I done seen close neighbors lose hope Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope I use to load my gun before I went to school first It’s crazy niggas wanna kill me, We was cool first That’s why they call ‘em close friends, you turn your back they move first And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast And it all started from a dolla Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada’s Crack all in my draws, tryna’ make a profit All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh Drug money, turn to blood money I only roll with niggas that’ll take a slug for me No matter what it is, I’mma pay that bail money To get my niggas right, My niggas for life! [Hook] This how it goes down in the jungle Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble Cops rushing, they gon’ kick in the front door And if they chase you better hope you don’t stumble I wanted Polo with some shell tops I just wanted Polo and some shell tops And I was out there tryna’ sell rocks Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops From Letras Mania