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Sick Of Being Broke

Trae tha Truth

Tha Blackprint

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[Intro:] I can't do this shit, not another day So sick of being broke [Hook: (D-Bo)] In the morning I wake up, I'm tryna get a check up I'm Sick of being broke (I'm so sick of being broke) In the trap all day, studio all night I'm tired of seeing dough I know it gotta be another way, 'nother way It gotta be another way, 'nother way It gotta be another way, 'nother way I know it gotta be another way Cause I can't do this shit another day [Verse 1: (Trae)] My attitude got me pissed off Everything 'round me fucked up Why the fuck I ain't on? How them niggas lucked up? This fake eyed guy just fell down I still ain't put the scale down I'm sick of seeing broke This shit damn hot like "bitch I'm hellbound" No sleep and I get no resting nah I'm so close but I keep on messing up I'm holding on but I feel like I'm blasting up Too many niggas in my hood confessing up All my life tryna get me a chick Sitting here broke don't get you respect I'm in the trap but a nigga wanna switch up But if I give it up I can't keep my connect Hustling like my gas slow Nigga, I said my cash low Bills ain't take no break So you know where that cash go I'm somewhere in my old hood Thinking of a new day Yea bitch I'm on that same shit like fuck it ain't no new play [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Sick of waking up cold nights Ain't got location seeda If I fail I'm strapped with this heater Yea now, fuck the world I don't need her I'm in the studio 'til the sun kicks up I'm in the trap 'til sun fall back down And I know that it gotta be another way to have my lil niggas on the block put the Mag down Stand up nigga, never sat down No matter what this shit is I don't back down Every day I'm in the gutter all black down Throw'd bits in the crap getting picked down Got kids that I gotta make it for Hard to rap when you stack your paper flow Then at nights I don't know what I'm gonna do Guess it all depends what's makin' more Down to my last cents, yea being broke so past tense Strikin' it, tryna flip shit Like fuck it, where my last whip? Every day I wake up I'm tryna get this cake up I'm married to the streets If she don't pay then we gon' break up [Hook: x2]
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