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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball ^!$$%
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese

Copper's lock me, beat me down like I was (?)
Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream

^!$$%s serving ^!$$%s moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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


(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 ^!$$%s wanna kill me, We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em to close

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 ^!$$%s that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money

To get my ^!$$%s right, My ^!$$%s for life!

(Hook)

This how it goes down in the jungle
Where ^!$$%s 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