[Intro: Yeah, Jetson made another one, aha
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one]

[Chorus]
Summertime, out there slavin', we exhausted from the heat
Better get a ride home, 'cause ain't no walkin' when it's beef
They only wanna know a story when they chalk him in the street
Buries you downside when that coffin gettin' deep
Twenty-five, that's just an age that we often don't get to see
Told bro to stay on point, 'cause they'll knock him off to get to me
Stuck in my gangsta ways, I'm living lawless and discrete
Ain't go to see a therapist, I just start talkin' to them beats
I'm just tryna be that baller that my dawg ain't get to be
I got bigger dreams, 'cause I ain't doin' all this shit for me
Was always confident, they tried to tell me that I couldn't brag
Brown card box, that's where the money, crack, the kush stashed
On the west side, I'm tryna hustle for a lil' cash
Angel on my shoulder can't convince me that I shouldn't spaz
Disrespectful n***as get a zipper and foot-tag
Like a track race, that gun went off and then they took ass
Momma disappointed, my mistakes just made her look bad
Always found something to get into with my crooked ass
Then I beat the odds, 'cause I can come up with a hook fast
P-O-L-O G that's just a name that you can't look past
I'm goin' number one for all the times that we was put last

[Verse 1:]
And I'm really in my bag, she want it, I'm payin' for it
Bitch, I put in blood, sweat, and tears, and I ran for it
Trappin' just to make a way, got stuck up in that jam for it
Bag of chip died, know I couldn't put out my hand for it
Now I'm that n***a in my city and yours
I'm so quick to put them in they place like a landlord
They gon' kill what you believe if you don't make a stand for it, look
I got n***as mad, 'cause I'm blessed and I'm winnin'
Only if they really knew this was just the beginnin'
With that weapon he spinnin', Smith & Wesson was spittin'
This hot shit'll cook your noodle in less than a minute
Kick in his door and put that sawed in his mouth
I'll have my killers come and paint the walls in his house
Deactivate his soul, hollows loggin' him out
Lost his mind, seen that blood from his dawg spillin' out
I was on the frontline, standin' tall in the drought
I been goin' hard like I gotta ball for the scouts
Bipolar with my love, 'cause I fall in and out
These new generation gangsters do it all for the clout
Put the whole hood on my back, I had to carry ya
Odds stacked against me, nun' but crime in my area
First-generation millionaire, I had to break the barriers
Tryna open up my third eye, it's only gettin' scarier
Damn, a new disease dropped, causin' mass hysteria
It's always some bullshit, welcome to America, n***a

[Chorus]
Summertime, out there slavin', we exhausted from the heat
Better get a ride home, 'cause ain't no walkin' when it's beef
They only wanna know a story when they chalk him in the street
Buries you downside when that coffin gettin' deep
Twenty-five, that's just an age that we often don't get to see
Told bro to stay on point, 'cause they'll knock him off to get to me
Stuck in my gangsta ways, I'm living lawless and discrete
Ain't go to see a therapist, I just start talkin' to them beats
I'm just tryna be that baller that my dawg ain't get to be
I got bigger dreams, 'cause I ain't doin' all this shit for me
Was always confident, they tried to tell me that I couldn't brag
Brown card box, that's where the money, crack, the kush stashed
On the west side, I'm tryna hustle for a lil' cash
Angel on my shoulder can't convince me that I shouldn't spaz
Disrespectful n***as get a zipper and foot-tag
Like a track race, that gun went off and then they took ass
Momma disappointed, my mistakes just made her look bad
Always found something to get into with my crooked ass
Then I beat the odds, 'cause I can come up with a hook fast
P-O-L-O G that's just a name that you can't look past
I'm goin' number one for all the times that we was put last

[Outro: Lil Keed & Jack Harlow]
Yeah, Jetson made another one, aha
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one