Polo G is digging deeper into the pain with Left To Blame, one of the fresh cuts on HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition, the expanded deluxe that he’s gearing up to drop soon via Columbia Records, and it feels like the kind of track where he lays the heartbreak bare without holding back.
This cut, self-produced with Ditty Broker’s moody keys and those signature 808 tremors, is Polo at his melodic-trap core: introspective flows over a beat that simmers then snaps, blending Chicago drill edges with R&B vulnerability. It’s all about the ghosts of the grind—the early lies warping your mind, killers dropping like dominoes (shout to Tim-tim’s trench fall), and that endless loop of bustin’ pipes under pressure.
Thematically, it’s blame-shifting therapy: cutting dead weight for a tighter gang, but wondering who’s really at fault when the Glock’s empty at 35. No flashy hooks here; just Polo’s half-sung ache turning street survival into poetry, evolving from his punchline precision to these diary-deep dives that hit different in the headphones.
The Black Heart Edition has been building steam since Polo teased it back in October with nostalgic rollout clips, and recent updates point to a December 19 drop that’s got everyone refreshing feeds. He’s kept socials buzzing with subtle hints, no full previews yet, but the anticipation’s real after the original album’s raw take on trauma and triumph.
Polo’s moment feels renewed right now. After HOOD POET showed his growth amid the losses and legal battles, going sober and focusing on family, this deluxe is him adding the chapters he wasn’t ready to share first time around. At 26, he’s still evolving that Chicago drill-melodic sound into something timeless, proving the hood poet pen stays sharp.
Dive into the Left To Blame lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition tracks for more of Polo G’s unflinching heart.
Lyrics of Left To Blame by Polo G
[Intro]
(Damn, 3, You Tweakin’ With This One)
(Ditty, We ’bout To Be Rich, Baby)
Uh-uh, Yeah-yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh-uh
Yeah, Uh-uh, Yeah, Uh-uh, Oh-oh-oh
My Mind Lost From All Them Early Lies
My Killers Took A Loss Again, It Hurt, We Cried
Tim-tim Was Next Up In Them Trenches, So It Hurt He Died
Might Shoot My Glock Until It’s Finished, ’til I’m Thirty-five
Uh, Yeah, Some Things Never Change
Cut Off All That Dead Weight, Now We A Better Gang
We Kept Bustin’ Pipes, Just When That Pressure Came
When I’m Down And Out, Wonder Who Left To Blame [Verse 1]
How I’m ‘posed To Play My Part When I Don’t Know What’s Comin’
All That Shit Was On Your Heart, But You Ain’t Tell Me Nothin’
He Ain’t Never Let It Spark, I Can Tell He Frontin’
With My Demons In The Dark, Tellin’ Hell We Comin’
Come Bump With Us, Bunch Of Young Killers, Really Dumb Niggas
Mouth Shot, Nina Tongue Kiss Ya, Tell ’em, “Come Get Ya”
Party After Party, Now I Love Liquor
Don’t Tell Me ’bout Him, I’m Sorry, Ain’t No Thug Realer [Chorus]
My Mind Lost From All Them Early Lies
My Killers Took A Loss Again, It Hurt, We Cried
Tim-tim Was Next Up In Them Trenches, So It Hurt He Died
Might Shoot My Glock Until It’s Finished, ’til I’m Thirty-five
Uh, Yeah, Some Things Never Change (Damn, 3, You Tweakin’ With This One)
Cut Off All That Dead Weight, Now We A Better Gang
We Kept Bustin’ Pipes, Just When That Pressure Came (Ditty, We ’bout To Be Rich, Baby)
When I’m Down And Out, Wonder Who Left To Blame [Verse 2]
Been Years Since My Last Hit, Like Where The F**k Your A*s Been?
So Much Time Been Passin’, I Cannot Be A Has-been
It Was Die Or Get Rich, But That Was In The Past-tense
Make ’em Eat Clip Quick, I Don’t Care If He Fastin’
B**ch, The Money Callin’ Us, I’m On The Phone, Actually
I Hit The Booth Advance, So Honest What Them Songs Gotta Be
Rather Leave It In The Streets, Ain’t Got No Known Rapper Beef
Let’s Get It On, Pack Your Heat, My Shorties Chrome Clap For Weeks
If It’s Up, We Blitz, It’s Just A Simple Understandin’
We’ll Bounce Out In Rick And Leave A Nigga On The Canvas
Nina Love To Top A Nigga Off, This B**ch So Manish
Wanna Be With His Brother, Switch Let It Off, Your Wish Is Granted
My Mind Lost From All Them Early Lies
My Killers Took A Loss Again, It Hurt, We Cried
Tim-tim Was Next Up In Them Trenches, So It Hurt He Died
Might Shoot My Glock Until It’s Finished, ’til I’m Thirty-five
Uh, Yeah, Some Things Never Change
Cut Off All That Dead Weight, Now We A Better Gang
We Kept Bustin’ Pipes, Just When That Pressure Came
When I’m Down And Out, Wonder Who Left To Blame
[Outro]
(Damn, 3, You Tweakin’ With This One)
(Ditty, We ’bout To Be Rich, Baby)
