Lost Files
Descrição
Em "Lost Files", a faixa de Polo G mergulha em uma reflexão profunda sobre as origens do artista e a dura realidade das ruas. A música é um testamento da resiliência, narrando a transição de um passado marcado pela pobreza e pela perda de amigos para o sucesso atual. Explora a nostalgia por tempos mais simples, a dor da ausência de entes queridos e a desilusão com a hipocrisia de novos "amigos" que surgem após a fama. Polo G articula a necessidade de manter um círculo pequeno e leal, desdenhando aqueles que não compartilharam das dificuldades. É uma análise crua sobre a superação, a autenticidade e os sacrifícios inerentes à ascensão no cenário musical, enfrentando tanto inimigos da rua quanto a falsidade da indústria, tudo isso enquanto busca honrar seu passado e os que se foram.
Letra
Everything was all good way back in the day
Then the whole hood really went wild
Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin' them smiles
Swear the whole hood missin' them smiles
I'm a Sed baby, thirteen hundred block ass nigga
You can tell from my walk to my style
I ain't really hop off the porch 'til a nigga got older
But I been on the block since a child
We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky
Stay as far from as I look up to the clouds
Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine
That's how I knew that you was proud
God was there so many times, could've lost my life
Or fought for it on trial
But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic' in my hands
Steady talkin' in front of them crowds
Overcame a lot by myself ever since I got rich
It's like everybody wanna come around
I remember I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have shit
You wasn't in the list of numbers I could dial
Back against the ropes, wasn't no one there to help me fight
Nigga, I wanna just throw in the towel
Keep my circle small, never let a bitch nigga in
That's just somethin' that I really can't allow
Man, I'm sorry, but I can't yell gang with a nigga who ain't valid
Or down to do a bid with me
Seem like every day it's a brand new nigga in my face
Tryna claim some kin to me
It's a whole lot of niggas with they fuckin' hand out
But can't name one thing they done did for me
Hell nah, you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change
Blowin' Swishers in the crib with me
Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front
Man, this shit lookin' rigged to me
And you talkin' like you live that shit, but I'm really from the trenches
I don't feel it, so I disagree
Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle?
Shit fun but it's bittersweet
What you know about days missing out on meals
Just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat?
It was re-up time, I was on my grind
Told the P's I ain't taking no shorts
We was playin' the block, fuck a sport
The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock
You would think that we play on the court
When my niggas died, they thought it was funny
So kill 'em and don't show remorse
It's a whole lot of goofy ass niggas in the way out here
Should've stayed on the porch
Niggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight
They don't wanna pass me the torch
Yeah, I'm hot right now so they gon' dick ride
Whether it's hate or support
But was I gon' make it? Of course
Lil Polo like that man on the horse
I need a Lambo' or a Porsche
Tryna run up them M's
Got place to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym
I hang with some killers
Few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim
He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out
Blast 'til we knock off a limb
Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs
Niggas know we be wettin' shit
If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim
Gírias
“Hop off the porch” significa tornar-se independente e ativo na vida adulta, muitas vezes inserido no contexto da rua. A expressão “Rugrats in the trenches” compara a infância em áreas carentes e perigosas (“trenches”) com a inocência do desenho animado “Rugrats”, contrastando a dureza da realidade com a infância perdida. “Do a bid” refere-se a cumprir pena na prisão, testando a lealdade no código das ruas. “Ain't taking no shorts” significa não aceitar menos do que o devido, seja em respeito ou em transações financeiras. Por fim, “shooters don't aim at the rim” é uma metáfora do basquete usada para indicar que os atiradores têm intenção letal, não mirando para acertar um “cesto”, mas sim para causar dano real.