The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart

(album: G.T.F.O.M.D: There's Not Enough Room For All You Motha Fuckas To Be On It Like This - 2019)

Cinnamon raisin toast on the side of my cheese eggs
Dividends raised in close to my side but still need bread
Too lazy to fuck so me and the bitch just agreed head
Betrayed me as puff with a 112 I keep weed fed
Turned 4 quarters to overtime
Long as she holding mine
I turned 4 more quarters to Kobe Bryant
Gave her a 56 and then told her to keep a open mind
My mouth I was refusing to open mine
Ain't speak the code defined
Because me and my bro just spoke in sign
Look officer the dope is mine
I did the crime so I'm truly unopposed to do my time
Rap nigga you just an OG loc that stole my rhymes
Attract figures just like I shoulda
How I make up lines it's that simple nigga
Hard to reach like a back pimple without assistance
All about my business with 3 fat bitches bagging prescriptions
To not run out of pack quicker I gotta spliff it
Until they know that I'm that nigga
Lyrically gifted at Waffle House in a Gucci Suit and my Burberry noose
They donated 100 to Trump so Donald must be the truth
I swear it seem like the businesses that make millions of nigga benjamins
Best interest is to belittle the people that keep 'em in this shit
I'd rather die with my 6 figures than live like a bitch nigga
Send over your bitch so she could meet the Fockas like Ben Stiller
Wish for some bricks to show Mr Crocker that gods been with us
In the back after she ajaxed the kitchen and done the dishes
My nigga just pay attention (the shit they don't like to mention?) consists
With the sole benefit of corporate influenced incentive
They disconnected all niggas about darker and lighter pigment
When there's no difference and each and every one of us still ain't get shit

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished
Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished

Check my resemblance to them black gods nigga
Check how the fields my ancestors picked cotton in big as my backyard nigga
Hey how a nigga get his black card picture? The white kid asked
Without a laugh as he reciting rap bar lyrics
Ay what's the ticket on that Mac all 'xtended With thunder grippin
(On a cap?) to get an all black business to get at my children
1 in a million within a system that's built against us
But at the beginning middle and end of every day you still a nigga
My description is Niggaism
Whether Lebron or the coach Shut the fuck up and dribble
Sometimes I feel I can't express all that is we been through
But even white people struggle like Malcolm in the Middle
But it's that simple

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished
Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence in't finished