Fix It

They say if it's broke, don't fix it
Well shit I was broke, had to fix it
Tired of looking like a joke, had to fix it
Started cooking in my notes, had to risk it
Wasn't looking for a vote or a mention
Was just lookin for some hope cause I'm itching
Swerved over on the road to the riches
They wanted me to sell my soul, I ain't wit it
They say if it's broke, don't fix it
Well shit I was broke, had to fix it
Tired of lookin like a joke, had to fix it
Started cooking in my notes, had to risk it
Wasn't looking for a vote or a mention
Was just looking for some hope cause I'm itching
Swerved over on the road to the riches
They wanted me to sell my soul, I ain't wit it

You wanted me to sell my soul just to get a lil pension
Labels really think I don't know they intentions
All for the money, yeah it's all for exemption
Sound too good to be true, don't listen
Sound too good for the stu, go spit it
If you really want the bag, go get it
No more looking at the tag or the digits
Started looking at the facts, no fiction
Started running up the racks, less bitching
Parted from all the fakes, less bridges
Really they shoulda neva been burned
But you really got to learn that ya get what ya earn
And you also got to learn that they'll try to return
You just got to stand on all ten, stay firm
They don't like me cause I'm too diverse
Any type of flow on top of any type of verse
Any type of throat, she get any type of purse
I'm in 'Bama on a boat just like Jalen hurts
If you wanna be a goat, put in major work
Shouldn't feel stuck at the place you work
Never feel like you don't have a place on earth
Don't think about a grave, just think about ya worth
Don't be afraid, got to put yourself first
Don't feel like a slave, get a bag and mature
Don't wait for next year, don't wait for the first
Got to get it right now, no time to rehearse
Got to be a cash cow till they come wit the hearse
Once you give up, it'll be much worse
So don't ever give up, with your face in the dirt
Only takes one time for your grind to emerge
For your grind to emerge

They say if it's broke, don't fix it
Well shit I was broke, had to fix it
Tired of lookin like a joke, had to fix it
Started cooking in my notes, had to risk it
Wasn't looking for a vote or a mention
Was just looking for some hope cause I'm itching
Swerved over on the road to the riches
They wanted me to sell my soul, I ain't wit it
They say if it's broke, don't fix it
Well shit I was broke, had to fix it
Tired of looking like a joke, had to fix it
Started cooking in my notes, had to risk it
Wasn't looking for a vote or a mention
Was just looking for some hope cause I'm itching
Swerved over on the road to the riches
They wanted me to sell my soul, I ain't wit it

I don't need the fame, just a milli
I don't need a range, just a Bentley
I don't need a frame for the sympthy
They see my game, now they friendly
But they don't see the pain that's up in me
They just see champagne but it's empty
And it a be the same with the Remmy
Deep range like I'm Dame dropping fifty
Deep pain won't change with a spliffy
Treat pain wit change and Henny
Got some some change and that boy turn Mickey



Credits
Writer(s): Dawson Ward
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