Testo Free Promo - Moneybagg Yo feat. Polo G & Lil Durk
Testo della canzone Free Promo (Moneybagg Yo feat. Polo G & Lil Durk), tratta dall'album A Gangsta’s Pain: Reloaded
Uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh
I can't hold nothing back
Go
It'll break my heart if a nigga that I be with everyday
Get in that room and turn state (my worst fear)
I'm still healin' from some scars (like what?)
My daddy called me on my birthday
Didn't even tell me, he just asked me for some cake
Whenever you speak your mind, they say you crazy and call you fake (I ain't)
Thought I was through sippin', but bruh got off papers today (for what?)
Ain't skipped no line, I sacrificed, now I'm havin' my way (just look)
Don't need no therapist, I vent to myself in my safe (money talk)
Niggas sayin' they gon' slide for me, but ain't burst they own fire
My opps ain't even worth killin'
That don't change the fact they need to die
Show us the name, I stand on business (how?)
Put 'em in a suit in tie
Delta switched the suspects, shot once
Victim hit a lot of times
When I lost E-Long it rained hard that day outside
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you can do this shit for clout
How the fuck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me, I prolly lose the count
Don't need promo at this point, 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth
Nigga, I was ten toes on the front even when the snow was fallin'
I used to always have a vision, me and bro was ballin'
But if he ain't mean it, thinkin' maybe he ain't wanna cross me
So many people come and go, it's like that door revolvin'
At my first re-pass at nine, then I started goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face, like he ain't wanna coffin
Know my lil' son gotta eat, so I'm a workaholic
If this ain't greatness, then I really don't know what to call it (what to call it)
Bro was sixteen, think his killer 'round the same age
The hood cried when twin 'em died, I felt the same rage
But we gon' lose if we ain't never on the same page, mm
Gotta keep my head up 'til them days fade
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you can do this shit for clout
How the fuck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me, I prolly lose the count
Don't need promo at this point, 'cause they gon' do that word to mouth (let's get it)
I'm takin' ecstasy like Percocets, it clutch my teeth (yeah, yeah)
I claim the voice, but when he died, he left his pain with me (let's get it)
J-Money died, I was O.T, I wish he came with me (wish he came with me)
Two hundred cash, we on his ass, you know he the same as me
Used to ride around with two or three pounds inside the Subaru (Subaru)
And I'm most wanted, two hundred cash on my new bulletproof (bulletproof)
Watch your niggas inside your circle, woah-woah-woah (woah-woah-woah)
Know a killer who told on a killer, oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
Even though I'm fightin' my case, these niggas be fake, I keep my pole (keep my pole)
I can't serve you at the low, 'cause you can get my low (can't get my low)
These niggas be bitches, they hoes, these niggas tryna act like they my bro
Can't convice me you a killer 'cause you steady up your pole
You a bitch, nigga
Turn me up YC (turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
I think we've found a loophole
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ferguson, Robert Reese, Durk Banks, Thomas Walker, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar Rockamore, Taurus Bartlett, Christopher A. Pearson
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