Polo & Shell Tops - Meek Mill

Yea, yea

I remember…

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 and 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga

I never was good at hoopin', I wanted to ball n*gga

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

N*ggas serving n*ggas moms just to make a flip

Homies murder other homies just to make a brick

Most my n*ggas done got busted tryna take a hit

The feds was right there, we was serving, they was taking flicks

This how it goes down in the jungle

Where n*ggas 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

I done seen close neighbors lose hope

Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope

I used to load my gun before I went to school first

It’s crazy n*ggas wanna kill me, we was cool first

And when it comes to friends you can’t let 'em too 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, aw

Drug money, turn to blood money

I only roll with n*ggas that’ll take a slug for me

No matter what it is, I’ma pay that bail money

To get my n*ggas right, my n*ggas for life!

This how it goes down in the jungle

Where n*ggas 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