Broke As F**k

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 wearin' 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 **** so dramatic

Fuck these other ****, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it

Let me take you **** 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 **** 'I'll make it, swear' they didn't believe him

Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems"

We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn

And 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 wearin' 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 **** so dramatic

Fuck these other ****, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it

Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame

Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane

Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains

Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign

Impeach, ****, ten deep, ****

Remember days we was wearin' J's

And a gold chain and only had three figures

So fortunate, proportionate

'Lost Boy', ****, no coordinates

'Member Christmas? We was giftless

Three-foot tree, no ornaments

Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it

Flow cold, ****, no warmin' it

Mama couldn't afford AAU

So we couldn't hoop, ****, no tournaments

I remember days sippin' lemonade

Ice cream truck gettin' 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 **** that I came with

Premonitions over reminiscing

Lamb' truck how I lane switch (Ah)