Never Broke Again

Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse
Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse

My phones ringing
A nose a sniffing
A snow addiction
Got my pockets winning
My jeans are christian
My sneaks a dripping
Dis whole fit got a bitch
Sinning religion
Bugatti whipping
Broccoli ripping
Amiri stitching your dreams I'm living
Sipping in the club with a little coca mixing
DTB By A Boogie really hitting
All I ever knew
Was how to sell drugs
And pimp out chicks
Who just wanted love
Wasn't the buzz or rush
I just knew
Making a resume
No experience
Was tough
Grams to ounces
To moving full bricks
I too once
Was a kid nameless
Empty promises and
A broken home
I'm on my grind
To my own palace
Who the fuck loves being broke
No food in the fridge at home
Holes in your shoes & ripped clothes
What made life possible for me
All that dope

Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse
Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse

I want a fancy house
With super cars
How you gon do that
With dirty money
I just wanna be happy
Fuck the scars
These drugs bend
This shitty reality
Window shopping
Everyday I starved
Drugs were
An opportunity
28 in an ounce make
A louis scarf
That's what
Quality over quantity
Who wants to live a life
With only the minimal
Working some lifeless 9 to 5
Instead I live large
A certified criminal
Working on setting up paradise
If you were to ask me
Was this predictable
I never got to write my story line
I do the unthinkable
That's why I'm original
The poverty gon always improvise
Who the fuck loves being broke
No food in the fridge at home
Holes in your shoes & ripped clothes
What made life possible for me
All that dope

Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse
Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits watch me dance
Confidence in a few grams
Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines on weekends
Zero to hype then regrets
Oh what a vibe the pretense
Words from the wise, the relapse



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Morgan
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