Last Year Being Broke

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Man, this gon' be my last year being broke No lie, no joke I know, I know I said that shit a million times before But boy, look how I've grown Ain't nobody call my phone I did this on my own Even Diddy started running errands, pushing papers I made a fool of you haters, made friends with a few of your favorites I wouldn't say that I'm famous This shit is due in the making I had a few reservations, but now Man, this gon' be my last year being broke I need that, vamanos Now every artist's album, I'll be on them fuckin' liner notes These royalties fit for royalty, I'm King Jaffe Jo' Watch how all these niggas jocking Watch how all these shorties watching All these restaurants on comp now Ain't no way I can pronounce this All these cheeses queso blanco, fuckin' brie and asiago I can't tell the fuckin' difference, there's like 40 fuckin' options But it's poppin', nigga, ooh This gon' be the last year my niggas starving You need your fruit organic, we got different problems I see coppers every morning, I'm a living target They could kill me and just switch departments Man, I've I been couch to couch hopping since the first of the month Tryna think of resolutions while we circle this blunt Tryna use this EBT to buy a burger deluxe Luckily my local akhi come in firm in the clutch Here, buy yourself something This gon' be my last year being broke That's a promise, I'll be prominent Polly like a politician, bonding with Obama and them Bound to push the button, bugging Flex to drop a bomb on this They thought I was stupid just 'cause I ain't get no college in Shorties playing Cupid with more collagen than Kylie Jen' You can hear me speaking from the pit, this shit is bottomless You thought I was powerless, I had that shit bottled in Now I'm 'bout to body shit This gon' be the last year my fam ain't ballin' I hear them cameras callin', I'm on your campus often I'm out at South by Southwest, I'm the man in Austin The man in Texas, this been manifested I'm that answer and the man in question This that jam, this a jamming session Dodging death with both hands, bitch, I'm ambidextrous I walk right up to the mirror and say: damn, I'm destined But damn, I'm restless This gotta be my last year being broke No lie, no joke I know, I know I said that shit a million times before But boy, look how I've grown Ain't nobody call my phone I did this on my own Hard to make a plan to make it out when you don't know shit We come from low income, don't nobody own shit That's why it's crazy when they see us with our own shit Drive our own course And steer our own ships That's some dope shit That's me giving you some game, That's some grown shit Niggas claim my ceiling's low, I would fold on some clothes shit Now I'm on the roof on some Cole shit, That's some cold shit Man, this gon' be my last year being broke This gon' be my last year being broke Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga