Ugly or Broke ft. Rico Rio Lyrics

This shit a bop

Only two days left until it's 2023, last year I took an L and turned it to an LLC

Guess that shit was meant to be

Only two days left until it's 2023, last year I took an L and turned it to a LLC

Real shit was everything that happened in between

Average niggas never understand what I mean

Had to mature enough and learn that nothing is as it seems

You'll get white girl wasted off my champagne dreams, so baby buckle up

Knuck if you buck man let me knuckle up

Ain't laugh, ain't even let a chuckle up

Know my granny proud of me

Airheads stay tryna get high with me

Lotta ducks say they wanna fly with me

You must be on quack, get it

This shit is real dog, me and Tymonie since we was lil dog

I O Yella'd the B, I had to kill dog

Circle full of vets man, I'm basically an ill dog

Damn, I got to chill dog

DJ what it feel like, waking up to whatever you feel like

Niggas make-believe but we out here living in real life

Seriously, no for real

Niggas make-believe but we out here living in real life

You can switch yo mind up, talk shit, say what you want

It's just two things you can't call me, ugly or broke

Silence for the real shit I spoke

Sleeping on me but all of my real ones stay woke

It makes sense now, who my fam who my friends now

Some got in my head before now they rinsed out

Lined up, black man, my shit don't thin out

Either you here or with them now

Can't speak for them but I know who's on my side

Watch ya step we swim in high tides

If you drown my hand ain't out for no high fives

I like white tees but y'all rather see ty die

I gave em laughter, cuz it's funny to me

How my successes just seem to trouble your peace

Tripping and falling since you first stumbled upon me

Cuz you big mad my cookies never crumble on E or when my tank full

I'm tryna grind until I return my family's investments in me

And look back, like my bank full

It takes time just to shine earn my Grammys and my checks like routine

By God's plan I'm so thankful

Bow my head close my eyes at the table

Tryna speak graceful all my haters so shameful

They keep one open eyeing me tryna reach

But I'm faithful I still got a plate full

You can switch yo mind up, talk shit, say what you want

It's just two things you can't call me, ugly or broke

Silence for the real shit I spoke

Sleeping on me but all of my real ones stay woke

It makes sense now, who my fam who my friends now

Some got in my head before now they rinsed out

Lined up, black man, my shit don't thin out

Either you here or with them now