BrOke EnOugh

I don’t think you understand

In a black mans hand

I get a dollar bill

And all I do is spend

... that’s why I’m broke enough

[Hook]

I don’t think you understand

In a black mans hand

I get a dollar bill

And all I do is spend

... that’s why I’m broke enough 2x

[Verse]

Paper chasing

Common places

Feel the pavement

Streets are crazy

Poor and Famous

Paper flexing

Uh I ain’t got enough

For a brand new crib

I ain’t got enough for a

Brand new car

I ain’t got enough 4 a damn gold chain, but I do gotta enough to buy some fucking jays

It’s all just a game

My ppl really dying

Over stolen pocket change

Purchase your tracks today

I can’t buy this beat

Another non profit

What the fuck is really free?

My nigga don’t ask me

Cause I’m broke Enough

From the east side, we’re niggas always double up

Always keep it clutch

Hush

[Hook]

I don’t think you understand

In a black mans hand

I get a dollar bill

And all I do is spend

... that’s why I’m broke enough 2x

[Verse 2]

Aye eating good with the EBT

Aye since I had to sing my ABC’s

Now I’m hoping that life sings with me. Uh now I’m tryna be the best that I can be

Save my homies in the streets

And they only slagging dope

So they families can eat

I ain’t tryna Rest In Peace

I’m just really tryna preach

Ain’t nobody wanna teach

So I leave it up to me

Set a peak

Kill these beats

Sign all my homies

To be out the hood

And print these receipts

Of there brand new homes

And bags of money

It’s all just a Dream

Come back to the city

In gold limousines

Gone./

[Hook]

I don’t think you understand

In a black mans hand

I get a dollar bill

And all I do is spend

... that’s why I’m broke enough 3x