Moneybagg Yo – Free Promo (feat. Polo G & Lil Durk) Lyrics

Free Promo

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Polo G & Lil Durk)

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"Free Promo." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Polo G & Lil Durk)

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 02:57 pm

Album: A Gangsta’s Pain: Reloaded

Track No: 18

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It'll break my heart if a **** that I be with every day
Get in that room and turn state (My worst fear)
I'm still healin' from some scars
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 (Pour up)
Ain't skipped no line, I sacrificed, now I'm havin' my way (Just look)
Don't need no therapist, I vent to myself and my safe (Money talks, go)
**** 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
Showed what's her name I stand on business
Put 'em in a suite and tie
There was a switch, the suspect shot once, victim hit a lot of times
When I lost Elo it rained hard that day outside
I'ma keep this shit some street with 'em
You 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 probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth
**** 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 9:00 then I start goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face like he ain't want a coffin
Know my lil' son gotta eat so I'ma workaholic
If this ain't greatness then I really don't know what to call it
Bro was sixteen, think his killer 'round the same age
The hood cried when twenty of 'em 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 till them days fade
I'ma keep this shit some street with 'em
You 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 probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth
(Let's get it)
I'm takin' ecstasy like Percocet's and clench my teeth
I claim the voice, but we he died, he left his pain with me
J Money died, I was OT, I wish he came with me
Two hunnid cash, we on his ass, you know he the same as me
Used to ride around with two, three pounds inside a Subaru
And I'm most wanted, two hunnid cash on my new bullet proof
Watch your **** inside your circle, whoa, whoa, whoa
Know a killer who told on a killer oh, oh, oh
Even though I'm fightin' my case these **** be fake, I keep my pole
I can't serve you at the low 'cause you can't get my low
These **** be bitches, they hoes, these **** tryna act like they my bro
Can't convince me you a killer 'cause you steady up your pole
You a bitch, ****
Turn Me Up YC
Think We Found A Loophole

Writer(s): Demario White, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Durk Banks, Christopher Pearson, Javar Rockamore, Robert Reese, Michael Sheldon Ferguson & Thomas Walker.

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