Broke

Verse 1

Pushing doors, but they barley open
The stress got me puffin disgusting always smoking
My lungs collapsing, I’m always choking
Depression got me pressed in, it's always potent
Trying to get this money for my freedom
Cuz if you ain't got it, then we paying by bleeding
Trying to get the jump, but the government scheming
I’m dying to live, working to survive whats the meaning
Tried that 9 to 5, corporate living, getting by
I don’t really see a reason in it to stay alive
Do i got love for the city, hell nah
Constantly degrading
I'm running out of my patience
My skin color and passport the reason that I’m caged in
So the city can kiss my mufucking anus

Chorus

These Days I’m broke as a bitch
Two options, either die or get rich
These Days I’m broke as a bitch
Two options, either die or get rich

Verse 2

Had a couple homies dropped off to Switzerland
A few stayed put, a few went to never land
Had me thinking i ain't doing shit again
I’m craving something real in this fake world I’m living in
Cuz these days they looking at me, like aw pity him
Poor sucks, he actually gona make it through the bars again
Pardon him, he thinks he can still get out by bargaining
He thinks he still own his soul, he barely hears it when it call his name
Can’t he see locked up, handcuffs from the top up
Anchor on his ankle keep him propped up
Doesn’t her know he needs to stop fighting it, he’s going crazy
He should be grateful to be living in one of our golden cages

Chorus

These Days I’m broke as a bitch
Two options, either die or get rich
These Days I’m broke as a bitch
Two options, either die or get rich