Broad St. Buddha

You can't be no baller if you got nobody to ball
You ain't no shot caller if you got nobody to call

You got quite a particular taste, not defined by religion or race
Who cares if the money's right, let's just leave our shit and get out this place

And the moment's a gift not to waste, fuck yer status we won't leave a trace
Who cares if the money's right, let's just leave our shit and get out this place

You can't be somebody n'less you got somebody to love
You can't play your part unless you are the other part of

You got quite a particular taste, not defined by religion or race
Who cares if the money's right, let's just leave our shit and get out this place

And the moment's a gift not to waste, fuck yer status we won't leave a trace
Who cares if the money's right, let's just leave our shit and get out this place



Credits
Writer(s): Julius Curcio
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