No Turning Back Lyrics by Polo G
(808 Mafia)
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Made it way too far, it ain’t no turnin’ back
Mama said, “Don’t chase the block, you’ll never find your worth in that”
Tryna beat the system, think I finally found the perfect hat
A few niggas I miss ’em, shoot to kill ’em, how we learned to act
Blaming God, the whole time I was knowin’ it was us
I wake up thinkin’, “Make it far,” and I remember we ain’t that, just what we was
And I’ve been praying for my dogs, they in that field, still slingin’ sticks like it’s lacrosse
They telling me, “‘Cho, you a rapper now,” yeah, I know, but I still gave the streets my heart
Uh, gave ’em my heart and got nothin’ in exchange
I played my part, but I can’t stomach all this pain
Days in the dark and we was stompin’ in the rain
Know it get hard, but we still thuggin’ to the grave, shit won’t change
Starin’ at my call log
I grew anti-social and it’s y’all fault
Always put in work, I never call-off
Paid cash on all my cars bought
Livin’ like a mob boss
Be quick to let some shots off every time some opps call
VVS for clarity, I think I need therapy
Poppin’ all this ecstasy, she said, “Slow down, you scarin’ me”
Yeah, I miss my broski through it all, bro, you was there with me
Even with my back against the wall, they don’t compare to me
They say I changed, nigga, but in my head I’m still the same nigga
Sex Money Murder, God knows I’m a made nigga
Play and he get murdered, you better watch what you say, nigga
I could’ve gave up, but that ain’t how my mama raised niggas
I’m taught to step when it’s hard
I don’t care who fuckin’ with me, get acceptance from God
When shit was hard, how I rocked
And when it’s was dark, how I walked
By faith and I can’t let a nigga play with the boy
I gotta let ’em know
If I go back broke, I ain’t trippin’ ’cause I done been before
I done wrapped niggas, no rap nigga, I ain’t into those
I had to change my ways, so that can’t chain with me, I let ’em go
My babies need me, so where the fucks don’t look like lettin’ up?
Made it way too far, it ain’t no turnin’ back
Mama said, “Don’t chase the block, you’ll never find your worth in that”
Tryna beat the system, think I finally found the perfect hat
A few niggas I miss ’em, shoot to kill ’em, how we learned to act
Blaming God, the whole time I was knowin’ it was us
I wake up thinkin’, “Make it far,” and I remember we ain’t that, just what we was
And I’ve been praying for my dogs, they in that field, still slingin’ sticks like it’s lacrosse
They telling me, “‘Cho, you a rapper now,” yeah, I know, but I still gave the streets my heart
American rapper born January 6, 1999, gained fame with “Finer Things” & “Pop Out.” Albums “Die a Legend,” “The Goat,” and “Hall of Fame” charted highly.