Broke Boy Flexin
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Smoking is my remedy
Poppin pills
Nah that aint me
Thats my history
I used to get the mushrooms lemony
And chase it with some hennesy
Now at most before bed
Ill take an antihistamine
Yeah i went to the store
But i aint got money
I want some gummys
I might stuff em by my tummy
Kinda funny
Yeah its kinda histerical
Make it out the trenches
Yeah im hopin for a miracle
Ive been in the ditches but the bitches in rotation like a ferris wheel
Loose leaf bagged up
But i aint talkin bout no chamomile
I cant even eat right
My stomach cannot handle meals
Trypt took a trip to the hood cause i aint never been
I aint got no bread i might just have to sell my medicine
I aint much
But i could name a few im better than
I got 1 223 for you
Nah i aint stutterin
Bark but you a butterfly
You flutterin
Im makin cannabutter for my bretherin
My brothers in a trip
He say he feel like he is fallin
Yeah he tumblin
Hes troubled and hes sick
Bustin out a baggy always seem to help me handle feels
You talkin tough about a homie
I might have to cut they like short
Bitch
Im makin insta reels
You see some big numbers and you makin insta deals
This is ya life
Think about it fore its sealed
Life got lots of tricks, before you know the truth gone be revealed
Life got lots of opps too
Thats why i keep that thing concealed
I aint talkin pew pews
I got a blade without a shield
Just like Erowin
My gang shall not buckle or yeild
You flippin colored heroin disguised inside a pill
Im talkim shit on them pills
I know you pressed
Sayin you just started poppin cause of your depression
Ya better test that shit
If it aint from somebody with a profession in medicine
XXL
They better let us in
I just smoked my green
But i aint got any lettuce in
Im writin rhymes just for the hell of it
I know you smokin gas
I can tell just by the smell of it
Pass it over here im feelin bad
I may rebel a bit
Can you sell a zip
Itll be a front
I got u back around 12 to 6
Cause im a
Broke Boy Flexin
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Hits to the dome i aint kennedy
Thats my history
Mushrooms lemony
Chase it with some hennesy
Ill take an antihistamine
TrypT - Broke Boy (feat. JaCrispy) Lyrics
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Broke Boy Flexin
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Smoking is my remedy
Poppin pills
Nah that aint me
Thats my history
I used to get the mushrooms lemony
And chase it with some hennesy
Now at most before bed
Ill take an antihistamine
Yeah i went to the store
But i aint got money
I want some gummys
I might stuff em by my tummy
Kinda funny
Yeah its kinda histerical
Make it out the trenches
Yeah im hopin for a miracle
Ive been in the ditches but the bitches in rotation like a ferris wheel
Loose leaf bagged up
But i aint talkin bout no chamomile
I cant even eat right
My stomach cannot handle meals
Trypt took a trip to the hood cause i aint never been
I aint got no bread i might just have to sell my medicine
I aint much
But i could name a few im better than
I got 1 223 for you
Nah i aint stutterin
Bark but you a butterfly
You flutterin
Im makin cannabutter for my bretherin
My brothers in a trip
He say he feel like he is fallin
Yeah he tumblin
Hes troubled and hes sick
Bustin out a baggy always seem to help me handle feels
You talkin tough about a homie
I might have to cut they like short
Bitch
Im makin insta reels
You see some big numbers and you makin insta deals
This is ya life
Think about it fore its sealed
Life got lots of tricks, before you know the truth gone be revealed
Life got lots of opps too
Thats why i keep that thing concealed
I aint talkin pew pews
I got a blade without a shield
Just like Erowin
My gang shall not buckle or yeild
You flippin colored heroin disguised inside a pill
Im talkim shit on them pills
I know you pressed
Sayin you just started poppin cause of your depression
Ya better test that shit
If it aint from somebody with a profession in medicine
XXL
They better let us in
I just smoked my green
But i aint got any lettuce in
Im writin rhymes just for the hell of it
I know you smokin gas
I can tell just by the smell of it
Pass it over here im feelin bad
I may rebel a bit
Can you sell a zip
Itll be a front
I got u back around 12 to 6
Cause im a
Broke Boy Flexin
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Hits to the dome i aint kennedy
Thats my history
Mushrooms lemony
Chase it with some hennesy
Ill take an antihistamine
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Smoking is my remedy
Poppin pills
Nah that aint me
Thats my history
I used to get the mushrooms lemony
And chase it with some hennesy
Now at most before bed
Ill take an antihistamine
Yeah i went to the store
But i aint got money
I want some gummys
I might stuff em by my tummy
Kinda funny
Yeah its kinda histerical
Make it out the trenches
Yeah im hopin for a miracle
Ive been in the ditches but the bitches in rotation like a ferris wheel
Loose leaf bagged up
But i aint talkin bout no chamomile
I cant even eat right
My stomach cannot handle meals
Trypt took a trip to the hood cause i aint never been
I aint got no bread i might just have to sell my medicine
I aint much
But i could name a few im better than
I got 1 223 for you
Nah i aint stutterin
Bark but you a butterfly
You flutterin
Im makin cannabutter for my bretherin
My brothers in a trip
He say he feel like he is fallin
Yeah he tumblin
Hes troubled and hes sick
Bustin out a baggy always seem to help me handle feels
You talkin tough about a homie
I might have to cut they like short
Bitch
Im makin insta reels
You see some big numbers and you makin insta deals
This is ya life
Think about it fore its sealed
Life got lots of tricks, before you know the truth gone be revealed
Life got lots of opps too
Thats why i keep that thing concealed
I aint talkin pew pews
I got a blade without a shield
Just like Erowin
My gang shall not buckle or yeild
You flippin colored heroin disguised inside a pill
Im talkim shit on them pills
I know you pressed
Sayin you just started poppin cause of your depression
Ya better test that shit
If it aint from somebody with a profession in medicine
XXL
They better let us in
I just smoked my green
But i aint got any lettuce in
Im writin rhymes just for the hell of it
I know you smokin gas
I can tell just by the smell of it
Pass it over here im feelin bad
I may rebel a bit
Can you sell a zip
Itll be a front
I got u back around 12 to 6
Cause im a
Broke Boy Flexin
But ill make it out eventally
Broke Boy Flexin
Broke boy of the century
Hippie vibes
Imma keep it hundred
Imma centipede
Im takin straight hits
To the dome
I aint Kennedy
Hits to the dome i aint kennedy
Thats my history
Mushrooms lemony
Chase it with some hennesy
Ill take an antihistamine
Writer: Colby Harrison, Lyric Green
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