Polo G and G Herbo are closing out the year with Gangsta Graduation, a gritty Chicago handshake of a track that drops tomorrow, December 5, 2025, and the video they cooked up with Diamond Visuals is already pulling in views like it’s family reunion season. It’s the kind of song that feels like a victory lap through the scars, raw and unfiltered.
At its core, Gangsta Graduation is drill at its most reflective, with trap hi-hats snapping under heavy bass and those signature auto-tuned flows trading bars about survival, loyalty, and flipping the script on street life. Polo brings his melodic edge, painting pictures of loss and ambition, while Herbo hits back with that urgent, no-holds-barred delivery he’s honed over a decade. Themes hit hard: celebrating the ones who made it out, mourning the ones who didn’t, and calling out the fakes along the way. The video, directed by Diamond Visuals and Polo himself, amps it up with stark black-and-white shots of block parties turning tense, lowriders cruising past memorials, and the two MCs posted up like elders passing the torch. It’s visual poetry for anyone who’s ever felt the weight of their zip code.
This one’s flying solo for now, no album attached yet, but given Polo’s run with Hood Poet last year and Herbo’s steady string of features, it screams sequel bait. Polo’s been in evolution mode since Hall of Fame, leaning deeper into vulnerability after some legal bumps and family milestones, while Herbo’s still the voice of the trenches, fresh off collabs that keep Chicago drill alive. Together, they’re reminding everyone why the city’s sound stays unbeatable, especially in a year when everyone’s chasing trends.
Check the official YouTube drop for the full visual experience, and keep an eye on their socials for any pre-save hints if this blossoms into something bigger.
Dive into the Gangsta Graduation lyrics below and soak in that hard-won wisdom. Don’t miss other Polo G or G Herbo cuts for more of that Chicago heartbeat.
Lyrics of Gangsta Graduation by Polo G & G Herbo
[Intro: G Herbo]
Damn, We Don’t Play Against That
(AR, You Big, Don’t They Give A F**k?)
Made And Masked In Blood, Did Shit, Just Because
Now He Ain’t Got Some Bodies Under His Belt, That’s Where Is Weapon Was
This Shit Ain’t No Gang, But He Was Playing Life To Death With Thugs
Was A Courtroom Man, But Turned A Lil’ Boy Again When He Met The Judge
I Bossed Up, Lil’ Bro With The Killers, See Thirty Ms, I’m Big Cap’
I Graduated From Gangsta School, Now I Ride Back Like I Ain’t With That
It Don’t Need To Matter If It Takes Some Years, But Still I’d Get My Getback
It’s Both Ties When Death A Bill, Real Killers, They Got Gift-wrapped
Send A Nigga Soul On Vacation, We Was Lured To Ignorance
Standin’ In The Street, Blood Under My Feet, I’m Still Stuck With Them Images
In Down The Same Sewer Drains With My Remorse, Where Feelings Went
But Once Again I Graduated, And Every Course Was Vigorous
Know I’m A God, But I Know The Most High Still Up Above Me
Got A Big Heart, But I Got A Another Size, So Please Don’t Judge Me
Told For My L Just Like A Thousand Times, The Streets Not For Me
I Was In Denial, So I Started Actin’ Blind When Shit Got Ugly
I Was In The Hotseat With My Buddies, We’ll Pull Up On Shit Like Huggy
Lil Grouch’, I’m With Him, We’ll Chug, Since 2014 His Shit Got Bloody
And That’s Like The Eleven Years, When You Hold Your Grudge, It Needs To Be Studied
Found [?] For Shedding Tears, But Still Got Love, Locked In With Cuddy [Chorus: Polo G & G Herbo]
Made And Masked In Blood, Did Shit, Just Because
Now He Ain’t Got Some Bodies Under His Belt, That’s Where Is Weapon Was
This Shit Ain’t No Gang, But He Was Playing Life To Death With Thugs
Was A Courtroom Man, But Turned A Lil’ Boy Again When He Met The Judge
I Bossed Up, Lil’ Bro With The Killers, See Thirty Ms, I’m Big Cap’
I Graduated From Gangsta School, Now I Ride Back Like I Ain’t With That
It Don’t Need To Matter If It Takes Some Years, But Still I’d Get My Getback
It’s Both Ties When Death A Bill, Real Killers, They Got Gift-wrapped (Ayy) [Verse 2: G Herbo]
G Herbo, I’m From Nolimit, I’m The F**king Great
Drakes With Switches, Let’s Play Ball, We Gon’ Make It, Take It
Beat The Streets With Flying Colors, Niggas Feel A Way
Twelve Years Ago, I Was Mashed Up On A Drill A Day
Eleven Years Ago, I Was F**ked Up Off The Rip, Was Late
Ten Years Ago, I Bossed Up,M Now My Momma Straight
Nine Years Ago, I Bought A Condo In La
Eight Years Ago, I Was Told My F.N. Caught A Case
Seven Years Ago, I Had My First Baby, Shit Crazy
Six Years Ago, I Relapsed Right Back, Sippin’ Lazy
Five Years Ago, Lost Lil’ Bro With The War
Four Years Ago, Told All The Killers, “Don’t Fleet, Til’ He Up The Score”
Three Years Ago, I Was Ridin’ A Rolce Royce Toppin’ On They [?]
Two Years Ago, I Ran Through Twenty Mill’, Now I Want Some More
Just A Year Ago, I Was Back In The Draw Bargain, Hit It Off
For All The Tears I Cried, I’d Draw Some Blood, [?] Shit Taste Like Water
[Chorus: Polo G]
Made And Masked In Blood, Did Shit, Just Because
Now He Ain’t Got Some Bodies Under His Belt, That’s Where Is Weapon Was
This Shit Ain’t No Gang, But He Was Playing Life To Death With Thugs
Was A Courtroom Man, But Turned A Lil’ Boy Again When He Met The Judge
I Bossed Up, Lil’ Bro With The Killers, See Thirty Ms, I’m Big Cap’
I Graduated From Gangsta School, Now I Ride Back Like I Ain’t With That
It Don’t Need To Matter If It Takes Some Years, But Still I’d Get My Getback
It’s Both Ties When Death A Bill, Real Killers, They Got Gift-wrapped
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