Misfit

I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
So fuck that clique shit, gotta burn that bridge quick (Still imma misfit)

I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
So fuck that clique shit, yeah
Mind ya damn business, I ain't listening

Some shit's better left unsaid
I just left 20 texts unread, damn I'm
Getting so tired of the unrest, feels like
Everyone's alive but I'm undead
Unfed I want bread done not a crumb left
Front less, if ya need green you should come beg
I'm the son of a God I'm the one the blessed
I'm the don giving nods to these young threats
Go abroad fuck a broad in a sundress
Money launder to wash all the funds coming in
Couple cents in a tin to a penthouse
Want it all and a Benz I can lend out
Sedatives, need a xan put my head down
So repetitive, being branded the best out
Generous with the bands giving M's out
Boutta turn a friend to a Stan get that Em clout

Maybe you don't know my name
Play me I'll shoulder the wave, holster the pain
Heart can get colder than Maine
Part of me's overly vein, going insane
Hardly controlling my train of thought
Heart and soul they done changed, patrolling my space
It's taking a toll I can't pay, draining the bank boutta raid every safe

I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
So fuck that clique shit, gotta burn that bridge quick (Still imma misfit)

I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
So fuck that clique shit, yeah
Mind ya damn business, I ain't listening

Been off track, my mind loafing
Won't, get all wack and die hopeless
I'm a misfit, Brian's prone to
Hide emotions, come thru finest doses
Sleep deprived I lie with eyelids open
Got no time for joking, Ibuprofen
All inside my body try to cope with
Those who smoke 'em down, to tiny roaches, uh

Me I mean fiends, been up for so long that I just day dream
About the same things, I feel the pain when I hear the AK rrrring,
Kill or be killed, the realer you feel, the faker you are
Just gimme the bills, a nigga with skills
I wanna runaway and get me a mil, a millie fr
Spinning the wheel, I'm silly you feel, but running the field, yeah

Who am I, just a guy, with a lot on my mind
Trying to survive thru the night, ooo
Wonder why I act so crazy, but you stay with me baby



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Writer(s): Brian Maccalla Jr.
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