Polo G’s HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition drops like a late-night eviction notice you half-expected, expanding his raw verse into a 22-track gut-punch set for December 19 via Columbia Records, and “Rent Due” closes it out as that final tally—bills stacking higher than regrets, but you pay ’em anyway with a snarl and a melody.
This cut, slotted at 22, is Polo at his most unflinching: melodic trap laced with drill’s sharp edges, where hazy piano loops under his measured flow like a heartbeat skipping beats in the trap house. Self-produced vibes nod to his early mixtape grit, but evolved—smoother hooks that sneak up on you, blending vulnerability with venom.
Thematically, it’s a ledger of losses: block-bound ruins from chasing influence, leeches cut loose, opps dropped like bad habits, and that oath to hold ground for the clouds-bound crew. Lines like “Fuck droppin’ music, I’m out tryna drop a opp from shootin’” hit with amusement-tinged ache, unpacking how pain fuels the game while headaches from soldiers’ falls make prayer feel futile. It’s creative direction straight from the gut—no sugarcoating the hard-way lessons, just raw poetry for the ones still loose in cages.
The full Black Heart Edition? It’s Polo’s deluxe resurrection of his Hood Poet blueprint, a concept album framing the hood as scripture—verses on resilience amid the rubble, where gangsta graduations clash with spiritual wars and dope peddlers chase quality over quick cash. Stacked with heavy hitters like G Herbo on “Gangsta Graduation” and a ghostly King Von on “95 Bulls,” it clocks in at over 70 minutes of unfiltered confessionals: from “Pain Killerz” openers numbing the ache to “Madden” mid-game escapes, all tied by that signature Polo introspection. No glossy overhauls; just expanded cuts like “Left To Blame” and “Boring Soul” breathing new fire into the poet’s black heart. It’s his way of saying the hood’s ink runs deeper than blood—pulling from Die A Legend’s blueprint but scarred wiser, ready for replay in headphones or lowriders.
Polo’s at that crossroads crown now, 26 and battle-tested after Hall of Fame 2’s 2024 platinum haze and those sold-out Summer Smash sets where he turned arenas into block parties. The North Lawndale storyteller who flipped “RAPSTAR” virality into vulnerability is shedding the kid gloves—trading viral hooks for hood hymns that linger like unpaid notices, proving he’s not just surviving the game; he’s scripting its soul. This edition lands him evolved: less rage, more reckoning, with a 2026 tour already teasing OVO Fest openers.
Dive into the Rent Due lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition tracks for more of Polo G’s resilient hood poetry.
Lyrics of Rent Due by Polo G
[Verse 1]
And Murder Talk, My Shot As [?]
We Was Block Influence
But That’s Honestly How I Was Ruined
Nick Got Thirty-three Like I Was Ewing
If He Ain’t Solid, Then We Not Congruent
Cut Off All The Leeches And The Opportunists
He Stepped Out Of Bounds When I Said Not To Do It
F**k Droppin’ Music, I’m Out Tryna Drop A Opp From Shootin’
Use They Pain For Our Amusement, 12 Came And I Was Clueless
Knew The Lane Wasn’t Safe That I Was Choosin’
No Id, Glock Took Off His Face, Can’t Hide The Proper Viewin’
And Stream Numbers Wise And That’s How We Gon’ Lose ’em, We Divide
A Few Up In Them Cages Still Got Killers Loose, But Free The Guy
Advised Them ’bout The Danger, Like Watch How You Movin’ We Outside
Them Boys Can’t Scope, But They Keep Tryin’ Like They Refuse To Be Denied
Too Solid, Expose ’em How? I Know Some Things That Take Your Soul And Smile
Hit Blocks Before I Control The Crowd
Blowin’ Smoke, That’s Why Your Soul Is Found
Thuggin’ With My Dogs While I Cheddar Chase, I Roll With Hounds
So Please Don’t Step Up In My Way, Just Go Around
Hit Your Block Up, That Was Always Loud, Get Up Close And Bow
I Got Used To Swingin’ With Them Sharks, Now I’m Too Cold To Drown
Life Get Rough, It Ain’t No Time Out, You Gotta Hold It Down
She Want My Ass And I Ain’t Have Nobody In My Corner Throwin’ The Towel
When You Hard Headed, Learn Shit The Hard Way, Figured Out These Hoes Was Foul
Y’all Fightin’ A Body, I Told Him To Wait It Out, But He Wanna Go To Trial
Doin’ This Shit For My Brothers That’s Over The Clouds, I Hope You Proud
I Was Told Never Fold, To Hold Your Ground, I Took A Oath And Vowed
[Verse 3]
I Put The Block On My Back And I Used To Be Dead Weight
Know I Won’t, Makin’ A Dollar, Was Just In The Way [?] Post A Bad Day
My Soldiers Dyin’ The Only Time I Cried, It Gave Me Headaches
Gotta Stay Dangerous, Stop Tryna Play It Safe ’cause We Won’t Air Faith
Sorry God, But These Just Feel Like Problems I Can’t Pray Away
It’s So Many Opps, They Lay An Eight, I’m Duckin’ A Fair Case
I Won’t Speak On That, But He Got Whacked Only Thing I Can Say
Throwin’ B’s And Slam Race, We Dropped A G In Our Handshake
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