Broke Days (feat. YaH DeGeat)

I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way
Had to work on myself so I could elevate
The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag
be calling, I gotta go
The rough times made me though
In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa
It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though
I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching
On this 9 though
World told me to be a man
I was there for my dog when he couldn't stand

Holding his chopper like a violin
Fake niggas get hit with the FN
Sendin' shots from the bottle
Me and my really, we came from the bottom

Need no call, they stepping no problem
Same nigga, but I'm clutching money
What's it funny when I'm broke and Bummy
Another day, another dollar, bitch, I'ma swallow

Worry about yourself, that's the motto
I'm that type to put my people on, let's get to it
Bite the hand that feeds you, I can't do it
sidelines, page watching,, you gotta see through it

Me, switching on my side, I can't do it

I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way
Had to work on myself so I could elevate
The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag
be calling, I gotta go
The rough times made me though
In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa
It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though
I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching
On this 9 though

Broke ways, broke ways
Sleeping in my car, wishing for better days
On the block, I'm putting time just to get paid
Had to make a way, came up off them plays

And I put that on my soul
Express my pain to God, He made me whole
I never needed help
It was me and Him

Forever, fuck a friend
Rolling rich till the end
Tears on my pillow
Had to drop my eyes, be my own hero

Cold lights, Sub-Zero
Harp on the ice, only speed the Nero
Hate in my rear view
I got a clear view

Tell me no lies
Smiling faces coming in disguise
I realize, we chosen to just take the funk
Praying down on my luck

They be talking like I give a fuck
I got some motion with me
Keep that fake shit from around me, yeah
Stand ten toes by my lonely, yeah

From the bottom to the top
You're not homie, so get lost
I do bad all by myself
I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way
Had to work on myself so I could elevate
The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag
be calling, I gotta go
The rough times made me though
In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa
It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though
I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching
On this 9 though