Broke As Fuck

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Yeah, uh, yeah (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
 I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
 Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
 A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
 Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
 My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
 Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
 Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
 Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh)
 Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time
 Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind (Yeah)
 You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don (Yeah)
 You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom
 A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
 Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him
 Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems"
 We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn
 And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck
 How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
 Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck
 I'm aimin' for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up
 I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
 Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
 A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
 Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 (Skrt, skrt)
 My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
 Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
 Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
 Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy
 Uh-huh (Hey)
 Yeah
 ♪
 Woo
 Uh, yeah, uh
 Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
 Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane
 Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
 Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign
 Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga
 Remember days we was wearin' J's
 And a gold chain, only had three figures
 So fortunate, proportionate
 Lost boy, nigga, no coordinates
 Remember Christmas? We was giftless
 Three foot tree, no ornaments
 Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it
 Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it
 Mama couldn't afford AAU
 So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments
 I remember days sippin' lemonade
 Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
 Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
 I don't really have a lot of answers
 I'm just searchin' for the same shit
 Same niggas that I came with
 Premonitions over reminiscin'
 Lam' truck how I lane switch, ah
 

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Duration
03:16
Key
1
Tempo
154 BPM

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