Broke Bitch

[Verse]

Yo, I don’t sugarcoat a word

You flicking boogers at nerds, I’ll kick your ass in the ‘burbs

I’m rude to adjectives, I disrespect the verbs

You’ve got additives in your writtens, you’re better off biting curbs

I’m so sick of the chirping, y’all should zip up your chatter

You only climbing ladders with some Windex and a squeegee

It ain’t easy being hungry like this, I’m getting fatter

Than Brendan Fraser in The Whale, y’all Littlefinger in the Vale

I’m bending razors like Kuvira, who feels the coup de cœur, huh?

No fear of Akira, I got no peer among psychics

They stuck on pouring some beer up, I’m watching jaundice get nearer

“Is that a robot in the mirror?”, like I work for Oscar Isaac

Need the Heimlich when choking, Imma leave a bitch hoping

Asked Jeeves which roads I should take to get to Oakland

Ain’t opened the vault, you won’t see me with a Pip-Boy

With toys like these, who needs gainful employ?

Broke bitch, I never broke the poverty line

Can’t imagine having kids, every month they’d eat nine times

And I’d eat five, outta my weak mind

Ain’t no lies when I speak rhymes, I’ll only call the seaside home

Once the levels rise so high that Tulsa has a beach, Guy

When I’m 85, collecting SSI

If we treated DC like Versailles

And brought out the guillotines, to cut us off a clean slice

Used to need Splice for the samples, now I dig crates

Your favorite ingrate on the ramble, can of Campbell’s when we pop art

Slow start, but finish first, left in shambles when they hear the verse

Keep the purse, and leave a penny for The Thought, Mark

Got narcs in your clique, ‘bout to spark up a Bic

To a bottle of kerosene, with a cloth out the neck

Lost my coppers and shekels on the cost of a Lyft

I won’t stop her when she steaming, long as she buys the deck

I ain’t Joshing for a Peck, tossing salads for a check

Catch you waltzing in a palace? I got bandits with the Tecs

Keep the balance over sex, and respect for every gender

Except for helicopters, I don’t rock with that agenda

I dropped out the placenta with a penchant for the pencil

I’m a vessel for the vengeance of the men they call “The Devil”

I don’t revel in the settlement, could mention every element

But rather find the core of every anguish in the testaments

Leveraging a life of Scrabble, to tell the rabble

That the Tower of Babel was smaller than their chapel

I grapple with forbidden knowledge, apples that I bit in college

Hostage of the castles, the bastards built with carnage, woah

Honored in Carthage, in advance of the Romans

What they wrote in Phoenician was the ode to my homies

That’s an homage from the authors that were lost with the motion

Of the objects in the sky, the bodice of the most-high

Got him off the Lo-Fi, gentrified

Like I’m Silverlake or Highland Park, built-to-break IKEA parts

Ain’t no heart to the kingdom, symptom of the colonized

Only had the mettle ‘til they whetted, then they oxidized

Traumatized by the complex, imprisoned by industry

“You can’t sit with me” ass rappers, indifferent to their synergy

You’ll live with me, spitting rent free, in your consciousness

Optimized, no Optimus, cross the line, no armistice

Itemized, so doctors don’t get extra when they cost a death

Off the sinsemilla, had me coughing hard, and yacking next

Back to flexing how I got the tech they’d sell their soul to get

Told I’m testing patience, let ‘em age, before they clean the mess

Need maids, man, no laymen, no vape ban, no hang ten

I ain’t that type of white, all my lines could make the blade bend

From Kaelin to Oh Gosh, from K Le to Kount Koal

You ain’t safe posting beats on your accounts no more

I’ll take a bite of each one like a MacIntosh logo

How I’m dropping tracks this long, and you acting like you don’t know?

Stop the bullshit

I need my fucking roses