Broke
Someone broke into my crib the other day
They probably thought they hit it big
When they busted open my safe
But sorry sunny I ain't stupid
Keep the money in the bank
Took the food from out my fridge
'Cuz there ain't nothing else to take
Work my fingers to the bone
I bend my back until it break
In case I see your ass in person
That's why I didn't call the jakes
Who am I kidding?
I ain't perfect, I hit licks up in my past
Karma always 'bout that drama
Tell that bitch to kiss my ass
Kicked my habits to the curb
They curbed my working appetite
Black and white big of a difference
When momma worried all night
Her chicken finally flew the coup
No more smoking on the stoop
The early bird get the worm
That's what I cock-a-doodle-do, bitch
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
Don't you hate it when you gotta check bank statements before the store?
Hella Ramen noodles on my stove
Older brother hand me down his clothes
And the pockets got holes
How you know?
They don't hold much
Rock bottom still looking for a gold rush
Can't fold, all in with a bold bluff
Gotta play the hand you were dealt, just hope for a royal flush
That's 5 days straight in the same suit
4 hours sleep, 3 jobs
Had to take 2 years off school
But I'm back, finna make due
Waiting for the fruit of my labor to go and take root
When it does break bread like Jesus
Heavyweight at the plate no Babe Ruth
One shot, call the shot, no take 2's
This real life, no fake news
'Cuz the money, and motive, and power placed upon a pedestal
Pessimistic skeptics always discredit the spectacle
I cannot be flexible
No drama in my schedule
The doors are bound to open
Keep on grinding from the vestibule
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
Tired of being broke
I can't do this shit no more
I feel like Rocky on the ropes
Better bet I go for broke
You know I'm tired of being broke
They probably thought they hit it big
When they busted open my safe
But sorry sunny I ain't stupid
Keep the money in the bank
Took the food from out my fridge
'Cuz there ain't nothing else to take
Work my fingers to the bone
I bend my back until it break
In case I see your ass in person
That's why I didn't call the jakes
Who am I kidding?
I ain't perfect, I hit licks up in my past
Karma always 'bout that drama
Tell that bitch to kiss my ass
Kicked my habits to the curb
They curbed my working appetite
Black and white big of a difference
When momma worried all night
Her chicken finally flew the coup
No more smoking on the stoop
The early bird get the worm
That's what I cock-a-doodle-do, bitch
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
Don't you hate it when you gotta check bank statements before the store?
Hella Ramen noodles on my stove
Older brother hand me down his clothes
And the pockets got holes
How you know?
They don't hold much
Rock bottom still looking for a gold rush
Can't fold, all in with a bold bluff
Gotta play the hand you were dealt, just hope for a royal flush
That's 5 days straight in the same suit
4 hours sleep, 3 jobs
Had to take 2 years off school
But I'm back, finna make due
Waiting for the fruit of my labor to go and take root
When it does break bread like Jesus
Heavyweight at the plate no Babe Ruth
One shot, call the shot, no take 2's
This real life, no fake news
'Cuz the money, and motive, and power placed upon a pedestal
Pessimistic skeptics always discredit the spectacle
I cannot be flexible
No drama in my schedule
The doors are bound to open
Keep on grinding from the vestibule
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
I'm tired of being broke, tired of being broke
In the winter we get rats, summer we get roaches
Plus I'm running low on cash, no gas for my Toyota
But momma raised a fighter like Rocky Balboa
Tired of being broke
I can't do this shit no more
I feel like Rocky on the ropes
Better bet I go for broke
You know I'm tired of being broke
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Writer(s): Kevin Miner
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