Broke anthem
• Written by Dankman
If I get robbed
I'll tell the guy you can have it
Cause right now
I ain't making no profit
My pockets are empty
My wallet too
My parents don't give me no money
They say look at you
They think I'll buy weed
And they right
You know I just might
Leave this home
Get a job
And make it on my own
But if I drop the mic
I'll be a janitor
For the rest of my life
I don't want this to happen
I want to make more than a livin
But if I want to make it in this industry
I'll need to make my rhymes intricate
Like a tapestry
I gotta think before I rhyme
I gotta make my mind more able
I gotta think ahead of time
Till I'm worth it for a label
I gotta make a style that's mine
And no one else's
And if then
People want to start hatin
I'll say go ahead
I won't let no success go up to my head
I'll still light jays in the hood
I'll keep on tokin good and heavy
I'll never move out of this city
I love this city that I'm livin in
But I hate the money that I ain't gettin
And if you're in the same situation
Sing along with me the broke anthem
People around me
want money in their purses
I'm one of them
So are my friends
I'm so broke I think I'm sick
Of my life I'm on the brink
And I'd be lying if I said I care what you think
I'm just being honest
You know it's true
Money makes happiness
For you too
You can't deny it
And if you do
You'd be lyin
So fuck you
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About the Artist
Dankman
Member since January 1 2015