Polo G’s HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition just hit like a Chicago winter—raw, relentless, and wrapped in that hood poetry that cuts deeper than the first frost—dropping today, December 19 via Columbia Records, turning his August original into a 22-track beast that’s got the streets reciting eulogies and anthems alike.
“Hard Body” rides in as track three, a gut-punch meditation on loss and lockdown resilience, self-produced haze from Southside, Smatt Sertified, GARA, Swisher, and Wings (DEU) that layers brooding piano loops with those signature 808 tremors. It’s melodic trap laced with drill’s emotional edge—Polo’s half-sung flows weaving grief into grit, like a therapy session set to a block party beat.
Thematically, it’s all about burying the pain without breaking: trippin’ off Xans to numb the flash of a .45 claiming Ed, that “hardbody” vow not to cry amid the vans sliding and cans popping. It’s Polo unpacking short lives and long vendettas, dodging fake love and block-adopted chaos, where college dreams curdle into jail invasions. No flashy hooks here; it’s intimate warfare, the kind that lingers like smoke after the raid, nodding to his evolution from Die a Legend’s bravado to this poetic unflinching stare at mortality.
This deluxe swell? It’s Polo raiding the vault for unfinished fire—expanding the original’s 17 cuts with gems like “Pain Killerz,” VonOff1700-assisted “Move Wrong,” G Herbo on “Gangsta Graduation,” and reflective joints like “Chances” and “Lost My Friend.” Clocking nearly two hours, it’s a Black Heart manifesto: hood tales etched in blood and bars, blending Chicago’s drill pulse with introspective R&B curls, no rigid arc, just unfiltered dispatches from the poet who turned scars into streams. Recorded piecemeal in LA and ATL studios post his ’24 hiatus, it’s got that lived-in warmth—session strings swelling under the menace, proving he’s not just surviving the game; he’s scripting its soul.
Polo’s hitting 26 in full elder mode, fresh off Hall of Fame 2.0’s platinum plaque and that surprise OVO fest slot last summer that had TikTok remixing his bars into therapy reels. The North Side kid who flipped “Rapstar” virality into a billion streams is leaning harder into vulnerability now—less flex, more fracture—trading arena roars for these confessional whispers that hit like home. HOOD POET’s Black Heart upgrade? It’s him owning the throne, one elegy at a time, reminding us the hood’s greatest poets bleed ink.
Dive into the Hard Body lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition tracks for more of Polo G’s unflinching hood poetry.
Lyrics of Hard Body by Polo G
[Intro]
Mm, Mm-mm-uh, Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh-uh, Uh, Uh
Was Trippin’ Off Them Xans, They Couldn’t Understand
Hardbody, So I Won’t Cry, Uh
Ed Was The Man, Wish He Had A Second Chance
Fell Victim To A .45, Uh
He Was Really Here For A Short Time
No, You Can’t Escape Death When It’s Your Time
Rollin’ ’round In Them Vans, Saw His Life Flash
Up Them Motherf**kin’ Cans When Them Doors Slide, Uh [Post-Chorus]
I Keep Tryna Follow Paper Trails
Block Adopted, They Ain’t Raise Me Well
Ain’t Learnin’ Knowledge, We Just Raisin’ Hell
Like F**k The College, We Invadin’ Jail [Verse 1]
Open They Crowd Like A Moshpit
You Better Duck Or Get Your Top Hit
Cleanin’ Crew, We Pull Up With Them Mopsticks
I Could Let My Demons Loose, We Ridin’, Don’t Get Carsick
Really, I Believed In You, It Turned Out That You Not Shit
Movin’ On, That’s Easy Too, Quit Actin’ Like I’m Not Rich
F**k These Ig Hoes, I’d Rather Have A Block B**ch
She Been Playin’ On My Heartstrings Like A Guitar Pick
I Know What Broken Hearts Mean, Was Tryna Dodge It, Uh
Best Play His Cards Right Before We Call His Bluff
Like If I Up This Pipe, Bet He Ain’t Talkin’ Tough
Was In It All Night And It Was All Of Us
Nah, This Shit Ain’t Just Hype, They Think I Lost It, Huh [Chorus]
Was Trippin’ Off Them Xans, They Couldn’t Understand
Hardbody, So I Won’t Cry, Uh
Ed Was The Man, Wish He Had A Second Chance
Fell Victim To A .45, Uh
He Was Really Here For A Short Time
No, You Can’t Escape Death When It’s Your Time
Rollin’ ’round In Them Vans, Saw His Life Flash
Up Them Motherf**kin’ Cans When Them Doors Slide, Uh [Post-Chorus]
I Keep Tryna Follow Paper Trails
Block Adopted, They Ain’t Raise Me Well
Ain’t Learnin’ Knowledge, We Just Raisin’ Hell
Like F**k The College, We Invadin’ Jail [Verse 2]
He Was With His Homie On His Last Breathin’
Type Of Shit’ll Make A Nigga Slide For No Reason
Life On The Line, Yeah, I’m Dyin’ For My Demons
Ain’t Tryna Show My Feelings To Disguise I Was Fiendin’
Play Every Situation, From My Mind How I Read It
All I See Is Red, From My Eyes, I Was Bleedin’
Lies, They’ll Blind You And Look Can Be Deceivin’
I Looked Into Your Heart, But I Couldn’t Find What I Needed
You Wasn’t Solid From The Start, You Had One Plot
So When You Up And Changed On Me, No, I Wasn’t Shocked
We Was Young, It Was Schoolgirls And Jump Shots
Then We Fell In Love With Heavy Metal Like Punk Rock [Chorus]
Was Trippin’ Off Them Xans, They Couldn’t Understand
Hardbody, So I Won’t Cry, Uh
Ed Was The Man, Wish He Had A Second Chance
Fell Victim To A .45, Uh
He Was Really Here For A Short Time
No, You Can’t Escape Death When It’s Your Time
Rollin’ ’round In Them Vans, Saw His Life Flash
Up Them Motherf**kin’ Cans When Them Doors Slide, Uh
[Post-Chorus]
I Keep Tryna Follow Paper Trails
Block Adopted, They Ain’t Raise Me Well
Ain’t Learnin’ Knowledge, We Just Raisin’ Hell
Like F**k The College, We Invadin’ Jail (One More Time)
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