(Hook)
Damn, I'm so sick of being a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
I can't think of nuttin' worse that bein' a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
(Verse)
Yesterday I spent my last hunid dollas
On a microphone and wrist
Record label turn me, now could signin' me a risk
Then I walk to the radio station
Said they can't put me in a rotation
We gotta pay this drake and this jake and this drako
Cause we on payroll, stay patient
I'mma make a song dedicated to Versace
Hope I get picked by Illuminati
I just woke up with a new hang-ova
Hope I get hit by a new Bugatti
Because my pockets say don't rap no mo'
Heart sayn where the tracks I'm on?
I had been on, but can't afford that no mo'
Cause hip-hop got a nigga in the pimp shop black no mo'
Look this rhyme and the money, I'm straight
If time is money, I'm late now
Now I'm sittin' on a megabus on traffic
I gotta be hustlin' back this rap shit
Luv to hate ya when I hate to like you
DMV muthafucka take ya title
It's fate survival, lemme take you on a ride
With a broke muthafucka tryna break the cycle
(Hook x2)
Damn, I'm so sick of being a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
I can't think of nuttin' worse that bein' a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
(Verse)
I just learn how the jump of return styles in NY subways
A phone service from the M, my girl in Maryland
And she ain't see me in a month in Sunday
I suffer the front page, a prodigal son
I promise to come back on the followin' Monday
But I ain't have enough for a brown shirt
If I got me a one way
And took a couple shots on the runway
Just touch down and I flew a commercial
How ya gon' tell me I'm too commercial?
All I eva earn is a moderate respect and a thousand dolla check from Universe
They tell me don't quit, you can't split
But you gotta make hits, mo', bruda, make hits
And you gotta stay positive
Man, I be talkin' bout bank accounts - the same shit
Life too short, that's what old people say
Money ova hoes, that's what Cobey would say
I look at Jail, look at Dre
Then the homeless people tell me that it ain't about the money
Shit, broke people say
That's a disease, but what I've got on my sleeve
When nigga tryna get it different, tella government cheese
Look, I was born without a silver spoon
Put some on, deliver 'em
For meditate at murder nigga told his momma to assume
(Hook x2)
Damn, I'm so sick of being a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
I can't think of nuttin' worse that bein' a
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)
Broke ass dope ass rapper
(Broke a$$ dope a$$ rapper)