Broke

[Verse 1]

Remember those days when i was broke

in a daze with no money no home

innovate no no fucking hoax

living life just rapping on the road

with nothing except my mother fucking coat

i be chillin in the snow and we know

no promo nothing free

rapping tryna see some luxury

tryna get some bucks for me

maybe get a dollar and than well see

where a dollar and a dream can take me

making bread like a mother fucking bakery

all these haters tryna express there hate for me

tryna aim at me with a M3, MP

riding and grinding these streets

rapping with the likes of Killo and TC

underestimated but i'm over educated

i've been dedicated to get money elevated

when i'm medicated higher i be escalated

excavated like a diamond

but it's been rough when i get highs and burg

smoking OG i been rolling that purp

no meth no yes contradiction of the earth

cause we one big rock and we selling word word

currency currently can curse upon the curb

yelling at a broke man what the fuck ya worth

a rich man stomp that shit like mother fucking Kirk

but ever since i made a dollar a dollar ain't steppin on my turf

 

[Hook]

Broke, tryna get a fix

slanging, slanging on a brick

but a brick make a home and a stone make a mason

but i rap for a living no killing Freddy Jason

this ain't a horror story of how i live in poverty

this ain't a tale of glory of a prodigy

this is how hard work pays off

i've been rapping, no days off

 

[Verse 2]

In the morning i don't daze off

smoke a J and put my J's on

make me amazing eyes looking asian

no i ain't a racist i just see it in a placement

habits of a broke man smoking on the dope man

how the fuck i cope man no dollars no home man

i get to rapping, rapping is what happened

kept me from trill trapping and the streets was just a fraction

tryna swallow me fuck the industry

take a picture see see the imagery

light the fixture try and mimic me guide the way with my lil leaf

lil leaf be that light of mine

light the blunt and a twix gone shine

get my fix and stimulate your mind

those days were i had no money no dime

now a days i be fucking with dimes

making dimes cause a mother fucker signed

you'll know when this shit is your time

rock a rolex on it like time be made of gold

incrusted with the ice like it be made of cold

with the rubies in the centre like i see it centrefold

but that's just a dream of a broke man

nightmares of my soul