Polo & Shell Tops Lyrics - Dreams & Nightmares - Meek Mill

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 & 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 niggas play that block 

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 

Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em' all nigga 

I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga 

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 

Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip 

Homies murder other homies just to make a brick 

Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit 

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

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This how it goes down in the jungle 

Where niggas 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 use to load my gun before I went to school first 

It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, 

We was cool first 

And when it comes to friends 

you can't let 'em to 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, Awhhh 

Drug money 

turn to blood money 

I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me 

No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money 

To get my niggas right, 

My niggas for life! 

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This how it goes down in the jungle 

Where niggas 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