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moneyman flow pt. 2 - blocboy jb lyrics

[intro]
this boy got a hit
there wasn’t n0body when i requested money
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
yeah, a n*gga got these racks in this motherf*cker, man
ha
rico prod it

[chorus]
where was you at when i had nothin’?
it was n0body but me, question mark
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
n*ggas ain’t real in the streets that i’m from
i ain’t talkin’ c4, but these n*ggas bums
it’s different, young n*gga, what sh*t is you on?
it’s still free a n*gga, man, this sh*t is wrong
to make it through, must saved crumbs
but police ain’t question, we played dumb
we keep our mouths zipped, we don’t say nothin’
we sell every zip, we don’t say nothin’
when i was locked up, man, i felt like a con
these n*ggas ain’t love, can’t help with my bond
they got they hands out and they askin’ for somethin’
they got they hands out, but they ain’t gettin’ nothin’ (this boy got a hit)
[verse]
what the f*ck wrong with them n*ggas?
they must think they got duck or somethin’
called they b*tch just to f*ck on once
so many hoes, i’ll throw you one
i’ma show out like i’m roscoe da don
two trips to the a, n*gga, more than once
never ever been a greedy one
i shot a real with a bb gun
remember the days i ain’t have it
rest in peace, simi, that’s tragic
i pray for your brother and daddy
i’ma let your k!ller have it
jay watch, go to school detention
i’m proud of my n*ggas, they excellent
my pockets on swole like a elephant
i gotta thank god ’cause she heaven sent
when n*ggas get broke, man, they go crazy
my n*gga got k!lled and he had a baby
i asked the lord to squeeze takin’
gotta keep a gun just for safety
ballin’ on these n*ggas on the daily
middle finger up, f*ck you pay me?
if you my n*gga, then you won’t play me
if you my n*gga, then you won’t trade me
[chorus]
where was you at when i had nothin’?
it was n0body but me, question mark
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
got on my knees and i prayed for my son
n*ggas ain’t real in the streets that i’m from
i ain’t talkin’ c4, but these n*ggas bums
it’s different, young n*gga, what sh*t is you on?
it’s still free a n*gga, man, this sh*t is wrong
to make it through, must saved crumbs
but police ain’t question, we played dumb
we keep our mouths zipped, we don’t say nothin’
we sell every zip, we don’t say nothin’
when i was locked up, man, i felt like a con
these n*ggas ain’t love, can’t help with my bond
they got they hands out and they askin’ for somethin’
they got they hands out, but they ain’t gettin’ nothin’

- blocboy jb lyrics

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