Broke Days ft. YaH DeGreat Lyrics

I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way

Had to work on myself so I could elevate

The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag

be calling, I gotta go

The rough times made me though

In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa

It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though

I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching

On this 9 though

World told me to be a man

I was there for my dog when he couldn't stand

Holding his chopper like a violin

Fake niggas get hit with the FN

Sendin' shots from the bottle

Me and my really, we came from the bottom

Need no call, they stepping no problem

Same nigga, but I'm clutching money

What's it funny when I'm broke and Bummy

Another day, another dollar, bitch, I'ma swallow

Worry about yourself, that's the motto

I'm that type to put my people on, let's get to it

Bite the hand that feeds you, I can't do it

sidelines, page watching,, you gotta see through it

Me, switching on my side, I can't do it

I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way

Had to work on myself so I could elevate

The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag

be calling, I gotta go

The rough times made me though

In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa

It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though

I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching

On this 9 though

Broke ways, broke ways

Sleeping in my car, wishing for better days

On the block, I'm putting time just to get paid

Had to make a way, came up off them plays

And I put that on my soul

Express my pain to God, He made me whole

I never needed help

It was me and Him

Forever, fuck a friend

Rolling rich till the end

Tears on my pillow

Had to drop my eyes, be my own hero

Cold lights, Sub-Zero

Harp on the ice, only speed the Nero

Hate in my rear view

I got a clear view

Tell me no lies

Smiling faces coming in disguise

I realize, we chosen to just take the funk

Praying down on my luck

They be talking like I give a fuck

I got some motion with me

Keep that fake shit from around me, yeah

Stand ten toes by my lonely, yeah

From the bottom to the top

You're not homie, so get lost

I do bad all by myself

I was dead broke, jumping from Job 2 job, trying to find a way

Had to work on myself so I could elevate

The pain cries, the only time you touch so when you die feeling like 23, I rather fly

When the bag

be calling, I gotta go

The rough times made me though

In the dark place, I see the vision, whoa

It's crazy how far I came, though

It's weird how people tryna use and abuse my heart, though

I was taught to stand on 10, but I clutching

On this 9 though