Broke Days

Yeah, I ain't always been a moneymaker Had to do some fuck shit for the paper Rollin' with my ting if they ain't havin' it Then I'll stick it in a sin, like a fornicator And, girls, I couldn't get a piff ting 'Cause when they saw my bank cred, they were shiftin' I had a couple ugly girls I was lipsin' When I think about it now, it's got me cringin' Got kicked out my house on the normal 'Cause my mindset wasn't normal I had a couple friends drivin' fast whips I was that broke dick, fuckin' with some broke chicks What you know about moves for a set of green? What you know about rob belt for your jeans? What you know about hidin' out at lad' bros? Holdin' onto someone else's food that your dad took Them boy's didn't want to tip me at all Now they're phonin' me to roll to my show Got everything I grind for on my own If you didn't know then, now you know I swear I used to even order pizza I ain't talkin' pepperoni when I'm lickin' it No one ever tried to bring me I used to punch up man for a pinky I ain't never had no hand-me-downs Everything you see is courtesy of Tion rasclaat Wayne You dig? Grind for myself, niggas tryna impede on my progress 'Cause I will wrap them They don't know me, they don't like me Well, I'm gettin' mine, make sure you're gettin' yours Don't worry how I live, baby Tion ran from a bloodclaat and I ain't, come on