N.W.B.
Beazus
GENRE
[Intro]
Suckin' my dick, I know it cost a grip
Man, niggas was broke (Yah)
Yah, aye (Okay)
This was 2019, I was only 19 (Like, give me some of your energy)
Yah, aye, yuh, aye
Niggas was, yah, niggas was, yah
[Hook]
Niggas was broke, I was sleepin' on the floor of my homies
Hated by they hoes
Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors
God is needed, nothing more
Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
Count your money, smoke your dope
Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
I need a sign, not a loan
[Verse 1]
People laughing at me cause I'm on the side of the road (Talk yo shit boy)
Couldn't pull no shorties cause the dirt stains in my clothes (Talk yo shit boy)
Going job to job cause I ain't slaving, selling souls (Talk yo shit boy)
Lost my car, lost my job, lost my bitch, my heart is cold
Please man, I don't wanna live like this
Watching police go deal with the violence
All my friends good, scam for the profit
I chose the legal way, one of a prophet
As you can see though, my life they want off it
Better run, if the D boys they pop shit
Or you'll be in all black, nothing gothic
Tryna run from my city, so toxic (Gang, gang, gang)
[Pre-Chorus]
Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Broke)
Love so lost, date in a locket (Lost)
Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Gang, gang, gang)
Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin
Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Yuh, oh my god)
Love so lost, date in a locket (Bitch I'm broke, fuck with me)
Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Yuh, swear to god, bitch I'm broke)
Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin (Fuck with me)
[Hook]
Niggas was broke, I was sleeping on the floor of my homies
Hated by they hoes
Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors
God is needed, nothing more
Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
Count your money, smoke your dope
Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
I need a sign, not a loan
[Verse 2]
I might be homeless and making plays
But your bitch still wanna touch me
Crackers and water for lunch and dinner
Might get a pizza if lucky
Beazus be rocking his green for days
So you might think that he lucky
I can't wait 'til I can dwell on these days
Thank god that I was so lucky
Ren cut the beat my nigga
Niggas think I switched up, how sad
Cut it like fabric and let 'em be mad
I been on my, ass for weeks
Hustlin' runnin' Nikes on my feet
Get a new bitch and these niggas hate me
Quit a damn job everybody hate me
Don't even know if my parents hate me
Goddamn, got a lot on my chest
Before this, I was in bed for months
Never moved, niggas called me depressed
Skin is taking the biggest toll cause my life is falling
And I'm flooded with stress
Momma got no job, daddy can't sleep
Brother make shit on his own
Baby brother got autism, got bigger issues
Than a shot of patron
I got the mic so I let it all out
I don't wanna spill no feelings over the phone
I'm raging, I'm trying, I'm meant for something
I know I got talent, ain't never bluffing
Making music with no money, no laptop
Writing verses while my wheels is on asphalt
And I got a whole lot more shit coming bitch
Suckin' my dick, I know it cost a grip
Man, niggas was broke (Yah)
Yah, aye (Okay)
This was 2019, I was only 19 (Like, give me some of your energy)
Yah, aye, yuh, aye
Niggas was, yah, niggas was, yah
[Hook]
Niggas was broke, I was sleepin' on the floor of my homies
Hated by they hoes
Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors
God is needed, nothing more
Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
Count your money, smoke your dope
Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
I need a sign, not a loan
[Verse 1]
People laughing at me cause I'm on the side of the road (Talk yo shit boy)
Couldn't pull no shorties cause the dirt stains in my clothes (Talk yo shit boy)
Going job to job cause I ain't slaving, selling souls (Talk yo shit boy)
Lost my car, lost my job, lost my bitch, my heart is cold
Please man, I don't wanna live like this
Watching police go deal with the violence
All my friends good, scam for the profit
I chose the legal way, one of a prophet
As you can see though, my life they want off it
Better run, if the D boys they pop shit
Or you'll be in all black, nothing gothic
Tryna run from my city, so toxic (Gang, gang, gang)
[Pre-Chorus]
Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Broke)
Love so lost, date in a locket (Lost)
Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Gang, gang, gang)
Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin
Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Yuh, oh my god)
Love so lost, date in a locket (Bitch I'm broke, fuck with me)
Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Yuh, swear to god, bitch I'm broke)
Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin (Fuck with me)
[Hook]
Niggas was broke, I was sleeping on the floor of my homies
Hated by they hoes
Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors
God is needed, nothing more
Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
Count your money, smoke your dope
Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
I need a sign, not a loan
[Verse 2]
I might be homeless and making plays
But your bitch still wanna touch me
Crackers and water for lunch and dinner
Might get a pizza if lucky
Beazus be rocking his green for days
So you might think that he lucky
I can't wait 'til I can dwell on these days
Thank god that I was so lucky
Ren cut the beat my nigga
Niggas think I switched up, how sad
Cut it like fabric and let 'em be mad
I been on my, ass for weeks
Hustlin' runnin' Nikes on my feet
Get a new bitch and these niggas hate me
Quit a damn job everybody hate me
Don't even know if my parents hate me
Goddamn, got a lot on my chest
Before this, I was in bed for months
Never moved, niggas called me depressed
Skin is taking the biggest toll cause my life is falling
And I'm flooded with stress
Momma got no job, daddy can't sleep
Brother make shit on his own
Baby brother got autism, got bigger issues
Than a shot of patron
I got the mic so I let it all out
I don't wanna spill no feelings over the phone
I'm raging, I'm trying, I'm meant for something
I know I got talent, ain't never bluffing
Making music with no money, no laptop
Writing verses while my wheels is on asphalt
And I got a whole lot more shit coming bitch
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