Broke and Lonely
(Intro)
I be grindin’ lowkey
Shake these haters off me
Brooklyn shit
(Verse 1/Hook)
I be grindin’ lowkey
Gotta shake these haters off me
Can’t nobody walk up on me
I been
Broke and lonely
I stay 10 toes to the ground baby
Wave that .44 round baby
Ooh yea they on me
Hate it or love it I’m still the hood MVP
If you ain’t talkin’ bout money you better get from ‘round me
Lately these snakes been tryna form around me
Said I gotta decapitate em
Put em in a hearse and tell they mans the choppa ate em
All my life i been in pain all that I know is mayhem
Now I’m sitting drunk and horny
Tired of just being broke and lonely
(Middle Dubs 1)
Said I’m tired of just being broke and lonely
That’s why I feel the devil tryna creep on me but I still I rise
And ain’t nobody ever gonna check up on me I done cut off snakes for all the lies, I severed ties
(Verse 2)
Pedal to the metal like It’s NASCAR
I’m Tryna get the bag but I ain’t really got a fast car
We talking bout them tens, hunnits, thousands they ain’t that far
Momma told me I ain’t gon’ be shit just playing guitar
Maybe she was right
Said I whip that dope up that my name Walter White
Guarantee I put it down, now you gon’ make the dog bite
Right now it’s a fucking fight
Pull up at the red light
Now it’s a real scary site
Someone hold me back
(Hook)
I be grindin’ lowkey
Gotta shake these haters off me
Can’t nobody walk up on me
I been
Broke and lonely
I stay 10 toes to the ground baby
Wave that .44 round baby
Ooh yea they on me
Hate it or love it I’m still the hood MVP
If you ain’t talkin’ bout money you better get from ‘round me
Lately these snakes been tryna form around me
Said I gotta decapitate em
Put em in a hearse and tell they mans the choppa ate em
All my life i been in pain all that I know is mayhem
Now I’m sitting drunk and horny
Tired of just being broke and lonely
(Verse 2)
Tired of being broke and lonely lord what shall I do?
Down to my knees I’m deeply begging you
Need a angel from above to help me find my way
A shooting star won’t change a thing I need a better day
(Verse 3)
Got a lot woes piling up on my feet
I got a lot freaky hoes that’ll dance to my beat
I hold it down for my bro’s gotta make sure they eat
Always pushing through the grind pussy haters take a seat
I swear I trust the process never lose my faith
Straight OG in my blunt I always use my eighth
This pain that I’ve been dealt with better in a wraith
Hennessy on my mind now, leave it all behind now
Yea yea
(Outro)
I be grindin’ lowkey
Shake these haters off me
They be jockin on me