Polomac (Remastered)

[Hook] Polomac... Beat drop... Whole room... Bass locked... Polomac... Santrap... Big drums... All slap... Polomac... Whole vibe... Producer... Outside... Polomac... That’s him... Bass hit... Tap in... [Verse 1] Look... I done seen dudes talk tough then disappear quick Seen mama stretch dollars just to keep the bills fixed I was young, headphones on, tryna build hits While the whole neighborhood moved off survival instincts Back then, they ain’t really see the vision clear Now every beat slap different when my name appear I can take pain, put rhythm in it, make it steer Turn hard times into basslines they can feel in here Low lights, late nights, me and FL Studio Trying make the kick knock harder than the studio Outside, boys posted up by the corner store Inside, I’m learning how to really make the chorus glow Funny how it changed though Now they hit my phone like “Polo can you make those?” Same people laughed when I said I could make gold Now the whole city riding round to the same flow [Hook] Polomac... Beat drop... Whole room... Bass locked... Polomac... Santrap... Big drums... All slap... Polomac... Whole vibe... Producer... Outside... Polomac... That’s him... Bass hit... Tap in... [Verse 2] I ain't industry, I’m Sanford with ambition Still move cautious when I ride through my division Still know people stuck inside the same system While I’m building whole worlds off precision and rhythm Damien vocals, Lumii on the float Zamantha give chills every note she wrote Lennix bring bounce for the kids and the coast Meanwhile I’m behind boards trying turn sound into hope But keep it real, I still think hood sometimes Still ride around replaying old good times Still got that pressure tucked deep inside That “make it out” hunger never really dies 808 hit like somebody beating on the front door Every snare crack feel like thunder through the floor Every beat I make gotta sound like one more Step closer to something we ain’t touch before [Hook — layered vocals + adlibs] Polomac... (yeah...) Beat drop... (uh...) Whole room... Bass locked... Polomac... Santrap... Big drums... All slap... Polomac... Whole vibe... Producer... Outside... Polomac... That’s him... Bass hit... Tap in... [Verse 3] Still move solo through the city when the sun low North Carolina plates, bass shaking every pothole Everybody tough online, that’s the new goal Whole lotta captions, whole lotta fake smoke Me? I was learning compressors and EQs Trying make the drums punch harder than the street do Trying make the hook hit soon as the beat move Now they ask who produced it ‘fore the beat through I know dudes that got stuck on the same block Same dice game, same stories, same watch Meanwhile I was locked in making bass knock Trying turn a cracked phone into a bankroll Ain’t happen overnight, that’s facts Whole lotta self-doubt tucked under these tracks Whole lotta nights I almost fell back Now the whole crowd yelling “run that back” Still Sanford raised, I can’t switch that Still hear pain every time the kick clap Still make music for the ones that feel trapped Trying put the whole town on the map through rap [Final Hook — stripped down + stacked harmonies] Polomac... Beat drop... Whole room... Bass locked... Polomac... Santrap... Big drums... All slap... Polomac... Whole vibe... Producer... Outside... Polomac... That’s him... Bass hit... Tap in...