Polo G – Epidemic (INSTRUMENTAL) Reprod. @Winiss Beats

Lyrics :
[Chorus]

I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s

In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that 9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

[Verse 1]

Once you give my pu**y up, it's over with

Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with

I'm in my bag now, I act like I don't know the bit*h

Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits

Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list

You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick

They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic

I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick

My whole squad scorin', bit*ch, we don't do no assists

Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche

Might catch him at the red light tryna load his blick

Every day a gamble with your life, all we know is risk

From the Windy City where you bound to see the coldest shit

[Chorus]

I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s

In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that 9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

[Verse 2]

Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me

Promise to my son that the streets won't get no more of me

Remember every line from that obituary poetry

See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me

Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me

Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me

See him in person and that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'

Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in a van

You know it's fuck the other side 'cause my niggas gone

Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along

If we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on

Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone

Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown

Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone

And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong

I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song

[Chorus]

I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s

In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that 9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

when’s pandemic coming out?

hey! can I use this as background music for my playlist video? I'll list you in the details for the credit!?

Yeet

Hey man, can I use this beat for a short Instagram video? I’ll tag you in the video and give you full credit.

dope man

Doin this you know we doin come in first place we never losing it yeah you know we rich so we cruising it yeah yeah we got them sticks do we shooting it yeah y’all got sticks y’all never using it y’all do it yeah we already doin it yeah I’m with the gang and we movin it keep a glock on like I’m ludicrous

If they can’t see u better make ur mark they aren’t gonna wait for you at the start if ur dedicated just give it ur heart I know it may hurt some times but just don’t sit in the dark you just gotta push it will be worth it some day learned from the best rip my nigga jasah gotta learn gotta learn We don’t talk about that drop box that’s for a different day I try to make money in like every wayyyy laroi is fire that’s all I gotta say shout to lil juice yea we some rockstars they call my glock lil tommie yea yea how it spark Me and my brother we gonna be sum I made a vow I’m not letting it down I promise that I’m gonna achieve sum y’all gon be mad when I be the greatest yo head gon pop like some chewing gum I sit on my stack don’t know who to trust yea you said I can’t rap ima prove u wrong like Saitama rock a Nigga one punch yeah mama I swear ima prove them wrong come threw wrecking stuff like I’m King Kong murder wrote now she gone now that’s that pull up with that 40 like I’m Aaron black

Ima make a song on this??

Dis bihh presha cuh???

1:29

Good shit

Very very nice woooow ?????????????✍️?killed the best

Like the guitar you put it top of it. I made a remake too