RichOffE - Dead Broke Lyrics

(Writing shit down, I ain't sending weak messages, no)
(Writing shit down, replying to these messages, yeah)
Writing shit down, I ain't sending weak messages
Writing shit down, replying to these messages
Think about everybody in and out with sentences
I ain't tryna go in but I'll do what's necessary
Ain't no love, February, we living in January, sanctuary
Might bury my inhibitions, bring all the bitches
We cutting up shit, forget the stitches
My situation, stopped playing with the riches
I'm fly as shit as a aero-plane, I'm fried to the brain
I might go insane, like I was saying
I'm on a whole new plane, only me to blame
At the same time, it's corruption in my lane
I can't explain all the pain that it cost me
Complaining when I'm leaving, lil' bitch, you lost me
Long live homie, before he was a dad, though
Keep a smile for my people, I been feeling real down, though
They ain't been down, but I'm riding for them anyways
Fam that I'm down for, sliding for them any day
Get up out my face, cold war, not a race
You been keeping your pace, but that ain't getting me paid
Ain't getting me paid, so I run through like a raid, for Jesus' sake
For Jesus' sake, think about all of the lives it takes
Heartbroke since a little child, gone some miles
And I'm on the way, waiting for my day
There's just too much to say, so everyday I'm putting the work in
How could it be worse than this, people depend on everybody else's backs
Everybody else's backs seem to depend on me, so I'm making these racks
Working on these tracks, this a passion, f*ck it if it come with racks
F*ck it if it come with tax, f*ck it if it come with hate
F*ck it, I'ma take it how it come, I hate it when I'm sober
I hate going over all the reasons that it's over
Spent a lot of overnights, getting drunk and getting by
And getting high was the most of my problems that I fight every night
Yeah
For Jesus' sake, think about all of the lives it takes
Heartbroke since a little child, gone some miles
And I'm on the way, waiting for my day
There's just too much to say, so everyday I'm putting the work in
Putting hella verses in, if it wasn't for the game, I'd still be dead broke
I'd still be dead broke, still hanging out by the rope
Still looking where to get my smoke, gotta get off the dope
But I won't, but I won't
I'm a king, I need my throne
Need my jewelry wet and shining, like you deaf, you need the signing
I'm done explaining shit, just taking shit for mines
Like it's gold, it's hella mines
Smoking hella trees, no pines, no grinder, won't find me
Don't try me, won't find 'em, my timing so perfect
So worth it, I work it, all this pain, this shit had better be worth it
(This shit had better be worth it, yeah)
(So worth it, I work it)
(This shit had better be worth it dawg)