NuMoney BluMoney - Break It All Down

Pardon me all I could ask is pardon
When I’m in a mood it make me think of my farther
My cousins my grandmother, brothers sisters and all em
My uncle especially he the one creating problems
But fuck em Only feel for the ones that’s still be calling
We all been threw some shit matter fact some still be caught in
Posting with some dudes, all had our days on the corner
Trynna do right by niggas that wanna wrong is
Sometimes wish we had more guidance a few warning
Help wen I was crawling for wat direction to walk in
Swear I seen all us go the the hardest back on Florence
Trynna cheat life that bitch karma end up stalking
Like wen u done doing ya dirt she do you the worst
And wen u think you dodging ya curse ya children get hurt
Like I done lost a lil cuz cause his farther doing drugz
L holding back emotions wen i knew he should of bugged

And imaji cuz we miss u know u watching from above
Hate that you was autistic couldn’t tell what was up
Or tell us wat was wat man this shit was tough enough
Damn you left lord fuck up Man u left us all fucked up

So much on my mind I can’t even think
I just want to smoke and I just wanna drink
Things happen so fast I don’t wanna blink
Cause I might miss some shit I’m gone wanna see
Everything seem good on Instagram but nothing been good wit me
Dolo hitting new block nobody in this hood wit me
Needed time to myself told everyone don’t look for me
Gained a lot and lost a lot see wat the streets done took from me
And wat it did good for me I done made it out the trenches
And it wasn’t luckily I was in the route to riches
If I could go back change shit I’ll just reroute some niggas
Gotta couple new friends but really I wanna be round my niggas
Niggas that I grew up wit screwed up wit really went threw it wit
Got drunk on our worst days these niggas that I threw up wit
Screwed up cribs our parents had too much kids we use to this
But that shouldn’t change too much wit us whole crew was lit
Man we been threw hella shit how dear you start this telling shit
You must of been jealous then to see me doing better than
Broken kid but better man losses more like lessons Wen
You born to loose but blessed and win now me and money like best of friends
I don’t really got no one to call you ain’t been checking in
Making sure that we alright shit why should we go check for them
Wanting shit to work so bad why I look so desperate
Fuck boys should’ve been dead his dad shouldn’t had left it in
Big stepper these big shoes to be steppin
Niggas take 5 steps be like damn why his step so big
I don’t need to but put extra in so I can get extra ins
I’m trynna count 7 Ms by myself not wit 7 friends tru story

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