Never End Up Broke

Yes, sir yes, sir
Yeah, well, uh (Incoming)

I'm from where they pimpin' at, bippin' at
And strippin' at
A six-hour drive from where niggas die for
A fitted cap
Gangbangin',  we never got into that
Our blocks had beef and our
Big homies assembled that
That's when we tried to
Demo-crack the Democrats
And end up in the pen' all
Over paper like chicken scratch
The feds popped my cuz with a twenty pack
His nickname The Baby
He cut his crack with Similac
Four Cuban links on, I'm plottin' on my fifth
A nigga went legit and I
Been shinin' ever sincе
Every time I buy a watch
I give thе ghetto hope
Bought a presidential, ain't eligible to vote
Versace bathrooms, they sayin' my cash clone
I spent you niggas' budgets on
Tickets for Super Bowl
I guess it's safe to say a
Nigga finally reached his goal
'Cause all I ever wanted was
To never end up broke

Yeah, all I ever wanted was
To never end up broke
'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga

Long nights, no lights, dreamin' 'bout a Benz
No rice, just ice, nothin' in the fridge
Sick of makin' friends
All they do is burn a bridge
I'm drownin' in my sins
I never learned how to swim
My life jacket Celine, swim trunks Supreme
Just left the scene in Alexander McQueen
I remember nights I was too broke to think
This shit deep, I lost more money than sleep
I was watchin' corners
I ain't never mop the floor
Touched a hundred thousand in
Twenties from doin' chores
Mama was a queenpin, Coretta with cream
She was sellin' dreams to
Martin Luther the fiend for Christmas
I bought the block choppers and triple beams
Four-wheelers, four-fours
And a bunch of 'bows
I guess it's safe to say a
Nigga finally reached his goals
'Cause all I ever wanted was
To never end up broke

All I ever wanted was to never end up broke
All I ever wanted was to never end up broke
Yeah, all I ever wanted was
To never end up broke
'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga

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