Never Broke Again Lyrics

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse

My phones ringing

A nose a sniffing

A snow addiction

Got my pockets winning

My jeans are christian

My sneaks a dripping

Dis whole fit got a bitch

Sinning religion

Bugatti whipping

Broccoli ripping

Amiri stitching your dreams I'm living

Sipping in the club with a little coca mixing

DTB By A Boogie really hitting

All I ever knew

Was how to sell drugs

And pimp out chicks

Who just wanted love

Wasn't the buzz or rush

I just knew

Making a resume

No experience

Was tough

Grams to ounces

To moving full bricks

I too once

Was a kid nameless

Empty promises and

A broken home

I'm on my grind

To my own palace

Who the fuck loves being broke

No food in the fridge at home

Holes in your shoes & ripped clothes

What made life possible for me

All that dope

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse

I want a fancy house

With super cars

How you gon do that

With dirty money

I just wanna be happy

Fuck the scars

These drugs bend

This shitty reality

Window shopping

Everyday I starved

Drugs were

An opportunity

28 in an ounce make

A louis scarf

That's what

Quality over quantity

Who wants to live a life

With only the minimal

Working some lifeless 9 to 5

Instead I live large

A certified criminal

Working on setting up paradise

If you were to ask me

Was this predictable

I never got to write my story line

I do the unthinkable

That's why I'm original

The poverty gon always improvise

Who the fuck loves being broke

No food in the fridge at home

Holes in your shoes & ripped clothes

What made life possible for me

All that dope

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse

Bomber jackets & snapbacks

Drug habits watch me dance

Confidence in a few grams

Feeling myself, I'd fuck me man

Just a few lines on weekends

Zero to hype then regrets

Oh what a vibe the pretense

Words from the wise, the relapse