Broke S**t

Aye
All I do is go to work, shit eat and go to sleep
Need some gas right now but don't get paid til' next week
Swear my kids think I got it they don't know I'm broke as hell
Looking at my car note I wish I had some dope to sell
Bills hitting hard like a bronze bomber jab
Stingy with my money like that boy Mr. Krabs
Debt collectors calling plus I got student loans
They don't know the struggle real I barely even got a phone
Every time I get a check another bill hit
Like I ain't got enough bullshit to deal with
Had to park my car cause the motor start trippin'
Come to find out the damn transmission slippin'
Credit score shot, over draft fees
Stomach saying chick-fil-a pockets saying Mickey D's
Last week I went to church tryna get my head straight
But I felt broke again when they passed collection plates

Broke shit, broke shit
Broke shit, broke shit
Gas light came on and I ain't even notice
Got a dollar and a dream homie that's that broke shit
Broke shit, broke shit
Broke shit, broke shit
When ya bills past due its kinda hard to focus
But I know the struggle real we all go through broke shit



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Writer(s): Joshua Cooley
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