Broke As Fuck
(专辑: The Lost Boy - 2019)
I
was broke as fuck, down up on my ass Had the
lowest luck, used to ride the
bike up to the
store I
need a
Rover truck, a
Bentley coupe Yeah, I'm wearing Prada, I
like Fendi too Grandma passed, had a
heart attack, only 62 My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not Gave my brother twenty-five years, that really sucked a
lot Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic Fuck these other niggas, I'm the
illest, I'm the
coldest at it Let me take you niggas back to a
much simpler time Picture yourself inside a
vehicle, a
ship in my mind You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the
cells of a
don You'll see the
doctor smack my ass when I
first fell out my mom A
'Magic School Bus' adventure trip inside my cerebral Back when I
told niggas 'I'll make it, swear' they didn't believe him Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playing, no problems We was cranking all the
classics from the
spring to the
autumn Then I
said "Motherfuck, need a
bad bitch with a
tummy tuck" How I
make a
million from a
dollar? It was dummy luck Need a
new Lamb', no sedan, fuck a
Hummer truck I'm aiming for the
top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a
runner-up I
was broke as fuck, down up on my ass Had the
lowest luck, used to ride the
bike up to the
store I
need a
Rover truck, a
Bentley coupe Yeah, I'm wearing Prada, I
like Fendi too Grandma passed, had a
heart attack, only 62 My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not Gave my brother twenty five years, that really sucked a
lot Post traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic Fuck these other niggas, I'm the
illest, I'm the
coldest at it (Aye, uh-huh, yeah) Mom and dad never had a
damn thing, damn shame Now I'm popping champagne on a
private jet, fuck an airplane Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains Presidential Rollie, fuck a
campaign Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga Remember days we was wearing J's and a
gold chain and only had three figures So fortunate, proportionate, 'Lost Boy', nigga, no coordinates Remember Christmas? We was giftless, three-foot tree, no ornaments Pull my dick out, hoes swarming it, flow cold, nigga, no warming it Mama couldn't afford AAU, so we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments I
remember days sipping lemonade Ice cream truck getting plenty paid Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers, I
don't really have a
lot of answers I'm just searching for the
same shit Same niggas that I
came with Premonitions over reminiscing, Lamb' truck how I
lane switch