Last Year Bein' Broke (feat. Trebo)
Trebo!
Never broke!
Can't do that
This for sure got to be my last year of being broke
Ain't shit really cool when your pockets is funny
All the shorties been taking O N as a joke
So please, believe, my flow mean, Like Joe Greene
We came a long way from cigarettes and crack pipes in pissy hallways
Cars getting shot up here in broad day
These fake niggas acting out like they on Broadway
They Lo, Shawty and cheers to everybody cuz Dey Know we here to party
Watch, I unleash the beast
Break the word down on these bitches like "Akeelah and the Bee"
Shorty was sloppy, I dropped the swisher in the suite
I'm rare like niggas who know how to fold 'em a fitted sheet
3 payments behind on my phone, I'm still gon' get these verses off
So watch how you speak on me, we can take it however far
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon' be the last year my accounts is in the negative dawg
Last fuckin' year account's in the negatives, dawg, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
That's on my mom
Y'all niggas is so lame, y'all niggas is fried in the brain, bitch
Fuck everything you talking about, Luv is the shit
And anyone that is hatin', they can suck 'em a (Expletive)
I can't say nothing like that, got little kids in the other room
But niggas test me and meet God, they visit the upper room
I been rappin' since like 09, penning verses since 05
Cross a landfill of landmines about mine, it's about time
To bomb a nigga not showing respect
This autotune'll pitch a nigga if they ain't coming correct
They bad singers, they twin pussy niggas like dead ringers
I'm a God fearing man, but I can be the hellbringer
Squeeze the life out a nigga I'm a wringer
I done seen more fights than Jerry Springer, done seen the grim reaper
A few payments behind on my credit card, but I'm at the mall
Shopping for this photo op, nigga like me is tryin' to ball
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon' be the last year my accounts is in the negatives dawg
Last fuckin' year, hoe
I ain't doin' that shit no more, I put 3 on my wrist
You needa watch this, bitch!
When I swing, I'm only throwing heavy haymakers
Keep a couple 40s on me, Pat Till & Gale Sayers
The voices in my head told me don't listen to the nay sayers
The real could never fold, all the players got to stay player
I been a dog, Luv he gettin' on next (P)
Been working on my breath skills, my voice got to project
And when the project dropped, no arguments about no best
Y'all couldn't fuck with me my shots been going unchecked
They say talk is cheap, that's why i let the visa talk
New York state of mind, you see them dogs you better bark
3 verses, the meta walk, World Peace let Metta talk
The leader of X-Men, OneLuv, I'm like Professor Charles
Behind on my card and phone, don't get caught
This shit do depend on me, who woulda thought?
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon be the last year my accounts is in the negatives dawg
If your account's still in the negatives, dawg you trippin'
It's 2022, if you broke, nigga you needa start getting a tippin' hoe, On God
Never broke!
Can't do that
This for sure got to be my last year of being broke
Ain't shit really cool when your pockets is funny
All the shorties been taking O N as a joke
So please, believe, my flow mean, Like Joe Greene
We came a long way from cigarettes and crack pipes in pissy hallways
Cars getting shot up here in broad day
These fake niggas acting out like they on Broadway
They Lo, Shawty and cheers to everybody cuz Dey Know we here to party
Watch, I unleash the beast
Break the word down on these bitches like "Akeelah and the Bee"
Shorty was sloppy, I dropped the swisher in the suite
I'm rare like niggas who know how to fold 'em a fitted sheet
3 payments behind on my phone, I'm still gon' get these verses off
So watch how you speak on me, we can take it however far
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon' be the last year my accounts is in the negative dawg
Last fuckin' year account's in the negatives, dawg, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
That's on my mom
Y'all niggas is so lame, y'all niggas is fried in the brain, bitch
Fuck everything you talking about, Luv is the shit
And anyone that is hatin', they can suck 'em a (Expletive)
I can't say nothing like that, got little kids in the other room
But niggas test me and meet God, they visit the upper room
I been rappin' since like 09, penning verses since 05
Cross a landfill of landmines about mine, it's about time
To bomb a nigga not showing respect
This autotune'll pitch a nigga if they ain't coming correct
They bad singers, they twin pussy niggas like dead ringers
I'm a God fearing man, but I can be the hellbringer
Squeeze the life out a nigga I'm a wringer
I done seen more fights than Jerry Springer, done seen the grim reaper
A few payments behind on my credit card, but I'm at the mall
Shopping for this photo op, nigga like me is tryin' to ball
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon' be the last year my accounts is in the negatives dawg
Last fuckin' year, hoe
I ain't doin' that shit no more, I put 3 on my wrist
You needa watch this, bitch!
When I swing, I'm only throwing heavy haymakers
Keep a couple 40s on me, Pat Till & Gale Sayers
The voices in my head told me don't listen to the nay sayers
The real could never fold, all the players got to stay player
I been a dog, Luv he gettin' on next (P)
Been working on my breath skills, my voice got to project
And when the project dropped, no arguments about no best
Y'all couldn't fuck with me my shots been going unchecked
They say talk is cheap, that's why i let the visa talk
New York state of mind, you see them dogs you better bark
3 verses, the meta walk, World Peace let Metta talk
The leader of X-Men, OneLuv, I'm like Professor Charles
Behind on my card and phone, don't get caught
This shit do depend on me, who woulda thought?
Flow and word schemes been God Given was never bought
This gon be the last year my accounts is in the negatives dawg
If your account's still in the negatives, dawg you trippin'
It's 2022, if you broke, nigga you needa start getting a tippin' hoe, On God
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Writer(s): Kamren Hughes
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