Free Promo (feat. Polo G & Lil Durk)

Uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh
I can't wait on that bag
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 bust 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 (yeah), 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 some 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'
What 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'

Had my first re-pass at nine, then I started goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face, like he ain't want a 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

Bro was 16, think his killer 'round the same age
The hood cried when twin 'nem died, I felt the same rage
But we gon' lose if we ain't never on the same page, hmm
Gotta keep my head up 'til them days fade

I'ma keep this shit some 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)
200 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 almost wanted 200 cash on my new bulletproof (bulletproof)

Watch them niggas inside your circle, oh-woah-woah (woah-woah-woah)
Know a killer who told on a killer, oh-woah-woah (woah-woah-woah)
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



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Walker, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar Rockamore, Taurus Bartlett, Durk Banks, Christopher A. Pearson, Robert Reese, Michael Ferguson
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