Broke Lyrics

Where's my fucking money

You gotta give me my fucking money, man

I'll give it to you by next week

No, not next week now

I don't have any money

What do you mean

Did you gamble it all away

What

I need to pay for fucking college, man

Ready for it Roman

I finished moving in with no dimes to spend

Drove hours with my girl ain't got no time to stick it in

But soon I met my niggas, my day one friends

Yet we cooped inside a double with three of us, space is slim

With the pen, pick it up, write a syllabus with niggas

Silly week was nothing, college simple for beginners

Foundation's algebraic, calculate the way to learn the math

Burque separates between degrees in health and grams of crack

I guess we'll never know if I had chose the other path

Would I be dead or in jail

Come on, let's do the math

Using community showers while niggas taking baths

Some homies rushing pike, some other cats are staying back

But I still love them, regardless what they choose

We all got our different views, no excuse to blow a fuse now

But now I'm dead broke, financials got a rear naked choke

I got a scholarship but papers shared just like a tote

The whole idea is save it, but what if I'm trying to smoke

Ain't got a job no more, my nine to five is in the notes

I take them nice, Ivy League like I'm Big Red

I would support, but all you niggas seem like bunch of feds

My intuition tells me keep going, but I digress

I'll hit the blunt then tell your favorite bitch take off her dress

Pass it left, pass it right, pass the ball

I'ma post your favorite player, then I'm finna watch him fall

Through the depths of it all, my flow nasty like your daddy's draws

Playing phonies since 2005, I say fuck them all

You niggas dying breeds just like your favorite shopping mall

These 808s will make you damn tall like Taco Fall

I wanna push a miracle whip like the last call

According to him, I should've dropped out by last fall

Hey, young man, you will get money one day

It's just not today

I know you'll get money one day

Hey, young man, you will get money one day

It's just not today

Mr. Professor, what are we sitting for three hours

I had the longest damn day, I'ma need three hours showers

This first semester got me doubling down on overtime

I'm sweeping the line, I'ma pop a quiz right now, it's crunching time

Mrs. Professor, why you gotta be fucking up my game

I handed you the damn test, I know I put my name

Mama had called me telepathically, she said I need them straight A's

I'm writing essays on them beats for days

Mr. Professor, tell me do I really gotta go to class

Tell me if I should've went to Mass instead so I could sip on a wine glass

I'm on that Freddy Gibbs shit, cause my rhymes is going fast

Just kick me out the class so I got a reason to get some cash now

Mrs. Professor, I'm really pinching pockets

Pinching pennies, niggas poorer than a

Senior citizens eyeball sockets, Tyler Lockett

Touchdown from number seven, this is sounding like a blesser

Boutta pick a nigga off like Bobby Wagner

Linebacker

Motherfuckers these days is fragile, chips and crackers

Take a shot at me, I swear to God, I'll make ya damn daddy a bastard

Ain't got no shame in the game, this lame ass nigga wanna sell you a hundred bucks for an oil change

If I had my way, I'd remake the beach during muthafuckin dday

My money stacking high, I bought a flight to the Chi

Passenger Scott and I coming home the 28th or 29th

Everything's fine, but I'll always be hungry

Motherfuckers love to hate when a nigga just gets a little money

Hey, young man, you will get money one day

It's just not today

Hey, young man, you will get money one day

It's just not today