Polar Lyrics

My bank takai (高い) let me try to go flank

Position on the pole where you try to get a name

Yo money John Doe I don't even see a thing

Must be a dark room somebody taking blame

Dead-ass / Dead-eye

I don't even gotta even aim. Look at these lies sold

Everyone get to spraying get to jamming so entranced I know

Dudes that buy poles bipolar armed way more than a soldier

Didn't need a background check got it in the pavement

As a child he just played with the sticks

Coulda been drummer… still is a drummer

100 round summer. Moms really wonder where did the son get the hunger?

To drill all these bodies to drain widda plunger

And you could have been electric

Now he handing out exits some really shocking

Giving all static Saturday mornings especially tragic

The Friday before he was looking for traffic

Caught him a trapping nah

This is a crab in the barrel wit his own barrel…

Mama done raised a new hell in the ghetto

Your time chisai (小さい) when you come across mane

Side-note he flying little angels and wings. This youngin' 15 wit a license to kill

It'd be one thing if it's over the bills

But it's deeper than that… Menacing

He so focused to put bullets in

On the news he made bulletins

Pursuing accelerants. Look at this edifice

Made up of bodies it's stacked to a precipice

All of these stones now got an etch in it

Boy done sold community souls

Always on green and ready to go

His mental need help and it really do show

They diagnosed him said he'd be cool when he older

Not knowing niggas is polar

He's quite easily the wreck type

A demon in the next life

What's there to being civil?

Dracula he just love the blood a little and the low light

He active and he will strike

The young tyke

Young blood showing his tail

When he start waving

Sound of the rattle

Glowing in rage with headless encounters

Animalistic

He love a ballistic

If he lost life he never would miss it

Family love he don't feel nothing

Only feel good when Ill will hunting

Signs of remorse just not in the budget

Way too many fucking reasons

Everybody now is Caesar

Many backs get stabbed at

And that make fam go clap back

Cycle ends when hm never that

Swear they double dared by the red line

Facts indeed fuck a job OGs told them to squeeze rinse and repeat

Who going take the blame

The young wild and free

He a killer relentless

Fuck cheese for the thrill alone

Turn a bro to a opp to a foe

Leave 'em drenched like they running out the pool

But when he pull he do it broad day fuck walking pigeon toed

Stay close to the pole he a winter soldier

Ice in his vein learned from the snakes

Now he invade the wolves

Clapping at the pack

Stand back

A killer don't care bout nada

Don't do no talkin he quick to chalk em

Rudy tabootie put life to a coffin

This type of shit happen often

Seems like the feds hired enforcements

But ain't no endorsements

Only thing paid is life ain't no refunds for the losses

Chalking

Life so Steve Austin