On “21,“ Polo G raps a quick-moving track about his fame-based lifestyle on his 21st birthday. Polo drops references to weaponry and expensive items to boast about his status in life.

Additionally, he pays… Read More [Chorus]

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day

Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock

I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang

Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block

It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste

Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots

I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks

I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

[Verse 1]

Swervin' on the E-way, don't care if I crash in this coupe

Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too real, might lose my mind in this coupe

Can't relapse off these drugs, man, R.I.P. to Juice

We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you

Bond tight with my day ones, ain't tryna find no recruits

We was playin' give and take on that front line with my troops

Ayy, like who want smoke? We got plenty guns

Keep two lil' savages on X and they gon' get it done

And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs

It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun

I just been ballin' on these niggas like I'm Kendrick Nunn

Every day my birthday, bitch, it's lit, I just turned twenty-one

[Chorus]

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day

Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock

I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang

Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block

It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste

Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots

I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks

I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

[Verse 2]

Ever since I stepped up in this game, I've been a bomb threat

I was in the trenches, tryna see a life beyond that

'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex

Nigga, where I'm from, they turn death into a contest

Livin' by the gun, put all my trust into this compact

My niggas went to war, but they ain't get no Vietnam check

Lil' bro want his head, he tryna make his brains ooze

Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside where they raise goons

Took losses in these streets, shit got me singin' gang blues

I been a real nigga 'fore this shit became cool

I'm the type to switch my watch up every time I change moods

He the type to get excited 'cause he made The Shade Room

[Chorus]

Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day

Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock

I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang

Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block

It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste

Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots

I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks

I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top