Broke Rapper

I won't stunt at all because people will try to rob me
Yeah I look bummy with change
Pocket watch me (cash)
Yeah I spent money to make the beat flossy
What I'm saying is if I really want to stunt (uh)
It won't be on chains (nope)
Or however many blunts (nope)
I could smoke to the face (nope)
It's going to be what's in the trunk (yeah)
Bumping you could hear the bass (yeah)
You know what the fuck is up, oh
Bangers I be dishing out the door (yeah)
Stay away from broke, now I'm chasing after dough (get it)
Listen to this shit and you won't judge me by my clothes (nope)
Don't compare me to other rappers who got the wack flows (nope)
But they looking fresh asf, I'm the opposite of those (yeah)
I'm about to show you the definition of being broke (broke) and hungry (yeah)
Riding on the bus, think it's a joke? (nope)
Funny (nah)
Wait till I manifest and I blow, big relief

If I'm about to stunt best believe I do it proper
Bought it off the lot fuck a lease fuck an auction (fuck it)
You ain't working you concerned with talking (yeah)
You all about that gossip (all about that gossip)
I'm off it, straight facts, straight cash (yeah)
Unanswered question dilemmas I face that (everyday)
All the tears I endured no face tats (nah)
All the pain you ignore it or stay sad

Broke as it is but I ain't trying to waste time
Time is money and I ain't trying to waste mine (not mine)
Broke rapper, stay on the grind (I do)
Remember when I was drowning no one threw me a line (nah)
Now my boat will be way bigger than what you define
Everybody sinking but I was floating for mine (yeah)
I chose not to drown I escaped certain death
Heavens above protected me till my last breath
Cross on my chest like a bulletproof vest
Angels watching me?
Or snipers trying to get the best (who knows)
Make a bet, let's see who falls first (let's see)
I invest in myself like Winston Church
Talk business, only way I could provide
For the fam making sure they get a piece of the pie
Take risks, fuck being safe I'ma survive
Because I hate being stuck at this nine to five

If I'm about to stunt best believe I do it proper
Bought it off the lot fuck a lease fuck an auction (fuck it)
You ain't working you concerned with talking (yeah)
You all about that gossip (all about that gossip)
I'm off it, straight facts, straight cash
Unanswered question dilemmas I face that (everyday)
All the tears I endured no face tats (nah)
All the pain you ignore it or stay sad

Looking at a Gatsby before tats
All the pain
Might get it tatted on me
I don't know about face tats because my dad don't like that
Definitely get my journey on me
On my arms and my chest and shit



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Sifuentes
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