Errbody Broke

Man errbody broke
Don't front for twitter nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the gram bitch cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the book nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front on snap bitch cuz errbody know
Soundman know not to cut my mic off
Wont stop eversource from cuttin lights off
Damn, national grid just cut of the gas
Department of revenue stay on my ass
Pay ya child support you fukkin deadbeat
Till I show up with that bag and let bread speak
My baby mama used to stay clear
Till she checked her account now I'm father of the year
The vibe is the same when I'm out wit my daughter
You see the hoez, I see sharks in the water
Fake friends on my phone beggin for dollars
We ain't spoke in days, go away
Money hungry bitches textin hi stranger
Broke niggas around me signify danger
You've got the nerve to question my anger
Now that I'm up, I don't give fuck
I hustle my ass off just to get the bucks
Bitch don't come around if you ain't down to suck
Then fuck then suck again
I'm bored now bitch don't back here without a friend
Speaking of friends I don't have any
Grimey niggaz around bet I find plenty
I love black business but you niggaz is knuckleheads
Play with my paper I'll take off ya fuckin head
Damn, Garvey rollin in his grave
Sojourner said told you niggaz can't behave
Baldwin was right I'm always in a rage
Forgive me ancestors I'm tryin to get paid
Shit, I don't wanna go loco
That's why I'm hustlin solo
Shoulda neva put niggaz from my block on
I blinked for one second now my rings and my watch gone
Damn
Man errbody broke
Don't front for twitter nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the gram bitch cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the book nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front on snap bitch cuz errbody know
This industry is like smoke and mirrors
You fake muthafuckas shouldn't even come near us
Ya favorite rapper owe me racks he stay frontin
And that promoter owe me racks he stay runnin
That model don't got no bag she stay fuckin
I paid the DJ he still don't play nothin
Yeah... that's right fuck em all
Don't front for me nigga I know you don't ball
Four niggaz one table one bottle
Ice grillin the Pats that be chillin with the models
Priorities fucked up, I don't know what is wrong
You tryin to stunt for the same bitch I nutted on
Yeah, you know she and I know the truth
I got to titty fuck right after the photoshoot
On the gram in them new red bottoms
She can't afford those we know how she got em
Look for a come up, that ain't my problem
So she fuck the next nigga, sayin daddy please rob him
Goddammit now I gotta grab toast
In spite of all of that I still love Black folks
Even though
Man errbody broke
Don't front for twitter nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the gram bitch cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front for the book nigga cuz errbody know
Yeah
Man errbody broke
Don't front on snap bitch cuz errbody know
Yeah