Polo G is doubling down on that Chicago soul with HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition, his deluxe expansion dropping December 19 via Columbia Records, and 95 Bulls with King Von feels like a time capsule punch—two O’Block legends trading bars over a beat that echoes the ’95 dynasty, fierce and unforgettable.
This track, unearthed from the vault like a long-lost championship tape, hits with Polo’s signature melodic trap laced with Von’s razor-wire drill delivery. It’s Chicago raw: brooding piano loops and skittering hi-hats building to those explosive choruses, blending introspective croons with street-coded snarls that feel like a block party turned vigil.
Thematically, it’s a raw autopsy on grief’s grind—“I miss my nigga, went white when he die”—stacking exhaustion from endless slides, coffin counts, and chasin’ highs to numb the slide. Polo wrestles mama’s lessons against killer instincts, while Von’s verse (recorded pre-2020 tragedy) flips frantic energy into a blunt-to-the-dome warning, all tied to that ’95 Bulls nod for unbreakable squad vibes amid the odds. Co-produced by hitmakers like AXL Beats, it’s less flex, more therapy—Von’s presence a haunting reminder of what the game steals too soon.
The Black Heart Edition swells the original HOOD POET from 18 tracks to 22, adding fresh cuts that dig deeper into the poet’s lens on loss and triumph. It kicks off with “Pain Killerz” and weaves through bangers like “Move Wrong” with VonOff1700, “Gangsta Graduation” feat. G Herbo, and reflective gems such as “Lost My Friend” before landing here. The concept stays rooted in hood fables—black-hearted tales of resilience amid the glamour’s grind—building on the 2024 drop’s vulnerability but with sharper edges from these unreleased vaults. Official word hit Polo’s Instagram two days back, teasing the rollout with moody clips that had fans in a frenzy. Pre-save the whole thing on Spotify to lock in the expanded tracklist and first dibs on release day.
Polo’s in a reflective pocket right now, a year after HOOD POET redefined his sound with those platinum confessions, and this edition nods to his growth—less flashy features, more raw excavation of Chicago’s scars. Teaming back with Von posthumously isn’t just a flex; it’s Polo carrying the torch, evolving from Die a Legend’s breakout fire to this matured storyteller who’s turning personal ghosts into anthems that resonate wider.
Dive into the 95 Bulls lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition tracks for more of Polo G’s O’Block poetry.
Lyrics of 95 Bulls by Polo G
[Intro: Polo G]
Uh, Uh, Uh
Uh, Yeah
I Miss My Nigga, Went White When He Die
They Gotta Feel It Just Like We Cried
On Block, On A Mission, At Night We Slide
Them Niggas Bitches While We Hide
We Like The Bulls In ’95
Hate How I’m Feelin’, I’m Chasin’ Highs
If I Ain’t Off Liquor, I Might Be Fried
One Day, I Might Be Fine
Gotta Use Your Head In This Life To Survive
My Intuition Was Right Each Time
This Street Shit Get Exhaustin’
Probably The Reason That It Look Like We Tired
Too Many Tears And Coffins
When That Switch Hit Him, He Couldn’t Fight, But He Tried
Bad News, It Was Often
Been Through Some Shit Now
Say I’m Good And I Might Be Lyin’ [Verse 1: Polo G]
When Our Mamas Was Raisin’ Us
They Ain’t Think We Would Grow Up Tryna Be No Damn Killers
Bad-ass Lil’ Boy, Ain’t Never Listen
Them Beatings Just Made His Head Bigger
Where I’m From, It’s Kill Or Be Killed
When You Drop Out Of School, Still Keep Your Lead With You
It’s My Fault When We Lose, That’s The Price Of Bein’ A Breadwinner
I Could Talk On My Shit When I Mention The Opps, But I Know Locals Speak On Dead Niggas
Four Members And Four Pistols In This Car
We Gon’ Hop Out And Squeeze On Every Trigger
She A Freak When I Be In The Bed With Her
Now I Understand Why He So Damn Tender
I Can’t Fuck With A Nigga That Always Act Like A Bitch
He Must Be A Transgender
If You Really Clock Shit, We Apply That
Top Of His Head, We Don’t Aim Where His Arm At
Get Out The Field, You Ain’t Ready For Contact
Finish Him, Get Over Him, Mortal Combat
Why The Opps Keep Droppin’ This Weak-ass Disses?
Guess They Expect Me To Respond Back
Everything Be Harder For Us In The Trenches
Against Us, All The Odds Stack [Verse 2: King Von]
Put The Gun Down (Stop)
You Will Get Gunned Down (Boom)
Need A Blunt To Calm Down
Pop Me A Pill, I’m Finna Have Me Some Fun Now
Mama Told Me I Need To Slow The Fuck Down (Fuck Down)
Next Week, I Was On The Run Now (Damn, Damn)
12 Pulled Up, Ran Up Right In Her House (Skrrt)
[?] Cop Said, “Boy, Just Get Out” (Get Out)
I Was Outside, I Ain’t Never Sit Down (Nah)
You The Type Gotta Pay To Get Down
Only Had Beef With Like One To Two Clowns
Shit Change, Now I Got A List Now
Check The List Out, Check The Shit Out (Oh)
He In Love, I’ll Check This Bitch Out
Killers Fuck With Killers, I Get Discounts
Killed The Nigga, Then I Flew His Bitch Out
Boy, I Don’t Know You (Boy, I Don’t Know You)
On The Block, It Was Hot Outside
Me, Bj And Duke (Me, Bj And Duke)
So You Know We Got The Glocks Outside
Tell Him Pull Up And Shoot, Uh
Better Pull Up With A Few, Uh
Or Get Stuck Like Glue, Uh
O’block, We The Zoo, Shoot, Look
[Chorus: Polo G]
Yeah, I Miss My Nigga, Went White When He Die
They Gotta Feel It Just Like We Cried
On Block, On A Mission, At Night We Slide
Them Niggas Bitches While We Hide
We Like The Bulls In ’95
Hate How I’m Feelin’, I’m Chasin’ Highs
If I Ain’t Off Liquor, I Might Be Fried
One Day, I Might Be Fine
Gotta Use Your Head In This Life To Survive
My Intuition Was Right Each Time
This Street Shit Get Exhaustin’
Probably The Reason That It Look Like We Tired
Too Many Tears And Coffins
When That Switch Hit Him, He Couldn’t Fight, But He Tried
Bad News, It Was Often
Been Through Some Shit Now
Say I’m Good And I Might Be Lyin’
