Polo G’s HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition just cranked the volume on his inner turmoil, dropping October 21 via Columbia Records as a deluxe gut-check to his August ’24 original, and “Too Deep” swims right into those murky waters where survival’s a prayer and every splash could be your last.
This cut’s Polo at his most unflinching: melodic trap laced with haunting piano loops and those signature auto-tuned confessions that hit like delayed thunder. It’s Chicago drill’s emotional underbelly—crisp snares snapping under bars that weave backseat hustles with backseat regrets, all self-produced in his vault sessions.
Thematically, it’s a hood elegy: mama’s warnings echoing against the pull of the set, cousin’s bags tempting a kid too young to count the cost, and that Northside stomp masking a father’s quiet dread for his son at home. “Kill or die for respect” isn’t flex; it’s the scar tissue of choices that leave you slumped or sanctified, with God’s hand the only shield in the crossfire. No features here—just Polo unpacking the vultures he rolls with, the mood swings sober life brings, and why jumping in that water feels like fate’s cruel dare.
The full Black Heart Edition? It’s Polo reclaiming the narrative, expanding the original 18-track therapy session (backronym for “He Overcame Obstacles During Pain or Emotional Trauma”) with eight raw additions like the brooding “High Tolerance,” the reflective “Quality Over Quantity,” “Chinatown Pt. 2,” “Shoot It Off,” “Counted Out (Thoughts In My Head),” “Madden,” and “Crash The Party.”
Clocking in at 26 tracks total, it’s less a sequel, more a shadow self—diving deeper into loss, loyalty scars, and that black-hearted resilience forged in Raq raids and blurry memories. Guests from the OG like G Herbo, Lil Durk, Future, and GloRilla carry over, but these new joints strip it barer, proving Polo’s not chasing hits; he’s mapping the maze he escaped.
Fresh off the original’s chart siege and that sold-out HOOD POET tour stretching into ’26, Polo’s hitting 26 with the weight of a vet—legal clouds clearing post-’23 arrests, therapy sharpening his pen, turning teen frenzy into father’s wisdom. It’s his boldest pivot yet: from Die a Legend’s breakout blaze to this poetic purge, owning the pain that built him without letting it bury him.
Dive into the Too Deep lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other HOOD POET: Black Heart Edition tracks for more of Polo G’s resilient Chicago confessions.
Lyrics of Too Deep by Polo G
[Intro]
(Yo, Ayo)
Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh, Uh
Gang, Gang, Gang
‘Fore I Got Too Deep In That Water, I See Why Mama Won’t Let Me Jump
I Seen My Cousin, ‘nem Tryna Go One-up A Bag, I Used To Say, “Let Me Come”
Why You Think I Was In The Backseat In The Haller? Nigga I Was Tryna Go Catch Me One
Kill, Or Die For Respect, We Leave Shit A Mess, This Shit For The Set We From
I Got A Son At Home, Might Go In For None, Better Bring Your Best Feat Bump
Can’t Let A Bitch Ass Nigga Ever Feel Like He Won, Now Sayin’ We Left Him Slumped
We The Ones Makin’ Noise Up In Northside, Pussy, We Don’t Step, We Stomp
Keep His Hand On Me, I Know God Tryin’ All This, Shit He Protectin’ Me From [Verse 1]
All This Shit I’ve Been Noticing Now That I’m Older, Still Rolling With All Of My Vultures
If I Tell You ‘Bout Half The Shit That I Seen, You Wouldn’t Believe What I Told Ya
Bae, Just Be Here For Me, Please Don’t Act To The Weight That I Got On My Shoulders
Have Lil’ Bro Ever Feel Like It Ain’t No Love? Put A Whole Hunnids Racks On The Rover
Mood Swings When I Have When I’m Sober, Yes Indeed, I’d Die For My Soldiers
Sendin’ Gs To The Sky For My Cobras, In L.A. Where Everything Culture
Heart Bleed In The Raq, I’m Colder, Cajees, Drop Act’ In My Soda
I Can Teach You How To Ball, I Told You, Pop Out, Dump On Him, He On A Poster [Chorus]
‘Fore I Got Too Deep In That Water, I See Why Mama Won’t Let Me Jump
I Seen My Cousin, ‘nem Tryna Go One-up A Bag, I Used To Say, “Let Me Come”
Why You Think I Was In The Backseat In The Haller? Nigga I Was Tryna Go Catch Me One
Kill, Or Die For Respect, We Leave Shit A Mess, This Shit For The Set We From
I Got A Son At Home, Might Go In For None, Better Bring Your Best Feat Bump
Can’t Let A Bitch Ass Nigga Ever Feel Like He Won, Now Sayin’ We Left Him Slumped
We The Ones Makin’ Noise Up In Northside, Pussy, We Don’t Step, We Stomp
Keep His Hand On Me, I Know God Tryin’ All This, Shit He Protectin’ Me From [Verse 2]
I Was Ten Toes Frontline. It Was Dark Outside, Mama Told Me, “Don’t Play With Them Killers”
We Done Spilled So Much Blood, They Said That We’re Evil, I Hate How They’re Painting The Picture
I Used To Tote A Lil’ Wesson And Dance ’bout The Trigger, I Can’t Wait To Face Me A Nigga
‘fore You Be Scared Of The Sea, Just Tread, You’d Get Scared Of Lil’ Grouchy, You Play Him, He’ll Get You
Hold On, I Ain’t Did No Shit In A Minute, No Foam Mask On, We Spinnin’
I Know Shit Shit Gon’ Sound Fucked Up, But I Hope The Lord With Me When I’m Bendin’
Really Called Opps, Made Niggas Bitch Up, Bet He Go Hit The Nets, Still Said That He Didn’t
‘member Days We Used To Pray When We Was Winin’, Now I Can’t Stop In This Race Till We Finish [Chorus]
‘Fore I Got Too Deep In That Water, I See Why Mama Won’t Let Me Jump
I Seen My Cousin, ‘nem Tryna Go One-up A Bag, I Used To Say, “Let Me Come”
Why You Think I Was In The Backseat In The Haller? Nigga I Was Tryna Go Catch Me One
Kill, Or Die For Respect, We Leave Shit A Mess, This Shit For The Set We From
I Got A Son At Home, Might Go In For None, Better Bring Your Best Feat Bump
Can’t Let A Bitch Ass Nigga Ever Feel Like He Won, Now Sayin’ We Left Him Slumped
We The Ones Makin’ Noise Up In Northside, Pussy, We Don’t Step, We Stomp
Keep His Hand On Me, I Know God Tryin’ All This, Shit He Protectin’ Me From [Verse 3]
Out Here Riskin’, Got Tried, Wanted Dead By Many Men, Hit His Top, Wrap His Head Like An Indian
Two-tone Glock, Ducking Like [?], Ever Been Chased By A Demon, This City Is
Shit Get Worse, The Ugliest, Hideous, Yeah, I’m One Of The Reasons The City Lit
Turn Up On Me, Nigga, Or Any Bitch, Add Digits, Or Commas, I’m Really Rich
Offer A Trade Where It’s Purgers, And Robbers, Known From That Block, Like Sir Jabacca
I Pray That His Mama Don’t Cry When That Nigga Get Left On That Curb, They Haller
Ball Nba With My Glock To The Sky, I Just Point, No, I’m Giving No Word To My Shooters
Have ’em Waitin’ On Word From The Doctor, .762, It’s Gon’ Burst From A Choppa
‘Fore I Got Too Deep In That Water, I See Why Mama Won’t Let Me Jump
I Seen My Cousin, ‘nem Tryna Go One-up A Bag, I Used To Say, “Let Me Come”
Why You Think I Was In The Backseat In The Haller? Nigga I Was Tryna Go Catch Me One
Kill, Or Die For Respect, We Leave Shit A Mess, This Shit For The Set We From
I Got A Son At Home, Might Go In For None, Better Bring Your Best Feat Bump
Can’t Let A Bitch Ass Nigga Ever Feel Like He Won, Now Sayin’ We Left Him Slumped
We The Ones Makin’ Noise Up In Northside, Pussy, We Don’t Step, We Stomp
Keep His Hand On Me, I Know God Tryin’ All This, Shit He Protectin’ Me From [Verse 4]
He Keep [?], And Then Lie On Them Niggas, When They Was Alive, They Know He Exists
I Done Really Took Losses, For Real, I’ve Seen Niggas Take Ls, And Cried Like A Bitch
Man, This Shit Come With Death, And Jail, And Pussy, And Money, That’s All That You Get
Like Before, We’ll Hop In Them Cars, Add A Three, A Revolver, Then Walk On The Lick
Them Shawties, They All Wanna Hit Me, Just Do With Some Semis, Just Slidin’, Then Went On A Switch
Had To Refresh Your Memory, Police Now Just Tryna Fly, Like You On Your Dick
Yeah, I Can Truly Admit, Before All The Rapping, And Bars, I Weren’t On Shit
Fell In The Signs To Kill Me, She Still Got That, Mixin’ The Lean, Was Goin’ Up Trench
We Catchin’ Bs For B’, Lil’ Bro Gon’ Put On A Ski, Get Close On A Wick
Timmy Like Need For Speed, And Chuck Gon’ Bounce Off The V, When He On The Hit, Yeah
And The Police, They Tryna Connect Me To These Homicides, I Weren’t Even There
‘fore I Tell ’em A Secret, A Story ’bout Indian Man, Just Give Me The Chair
Don’t Play Both Sides, Ain’t Shit To Compare, Drop Low, Slide, And Finish ’em Now
You Would Think We Was From Barbers, The Way It Was Chalked, Outlined [?] Clips To His Hair
Popped Up Both Sides, This Weren’t Fair, His Afro Fried, They Couldn’t, Could Care
Smoking On Gas, It’s Him In The Air, Puff-puff, Pass, It’s Him In The Air
[Chorus]
‘Fore I Got Too Deep In That Water, I See Why Mama Won’t Let Me Jump
I Seen My Cousin, ‘nem Tryna Go One-up A Bag, I Used To Say, “Let Me Come”
Why You Think I Was In The Backseat In The Haller? Nigga I Was Tryna Go Catch Me One
Kill, Or Die For Respect, We Leave Shit A Mess, This Shit For The Set We From
I Got A Son At Home, Might Go In For None, Better Bring Your Best Feat Bump
Can’t Let A Bitch Ass Nigga Ever Feel Like He Won, Now Sayin’ We Left Him Slumped
We The Ones Makin’ Noise Up In Northside, Pussy, We Don’t Step, We Stomp
Keep His Hand On Me, I Know God Tryin’ All This, Shit He Protectin’ Me From
