Broke - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I been gettin to the mo- shhhhhh nigga don’t make a peep

Lord knows ya pockets lower than the challenger deep

I’m stressing until I’m reckless and I’m losin my sleep

So I’m herdin all these problems while y’all countin ya sheep

Now I’m, siftin a heap of clothes to see what to keep

And what to sell or return if I can find a receipt

Anything to find some means of in-come

And shift the paradigm, and start swinging the pendelum

Cause Ive fell victim

To sloth that’s a broke nigga symptom

Im hopin it don’t turn to a syndrome

Now Im fightin incredible highs, incredible lows

I need a girl that’s stretchable to help me reach my goals

And it, it takes a toll on my mental

So I go resort to the pad and the pencil

And scribble out some words while I play instrumentals

But lack of funds hinders me from reachin potential

Potential that I, might just have, or I could grasp

If I had, some dollars just a bit more cash

Whipping Postmates, hopin I could save my stash

I shoulda did Uber eats or at least DoorDash damn

[Chorus]

Oh nooooo

I been tryna scrape that cash, no joke

I been tryna get that bag, I ain’t close

How you spose to make shit last when you broke?

Yeah, when you broke.. (somebody pay this nigga!)

He broke ( lookin for wages nigga!) he broke

Somebody save this nigga, pave a way my nigga, for the day this nigga ain’t broke

[Verse 2]

And CUT! Let’s take 5

This nigga outta gas? Put 5 on tank 5

So he can drive his ‘05 TL down 85

His AC broken, so he sweatin when he arrive

Stress overheating, forewarning ya, be advised

My current state is far from the picture I visualized

Weekend nights, it’s only right that I step out

Then I check my balance, then I pout and stay inside

Cause I ain’t got the time or the money for Uber rides

Or to drop 10 at the bar for Corona limes

Or to buy shots for a shorty I’ve never met

Or to buy food truck subs when it’s closing time

I don’t have a dime to be entertaining dimes

Til they heads big, and they lookin like Coraline

I see thru the shit, can’t peel me like clementines

I don’t bite the fruit, when the hoes get serpentine

Know you tryna milk me for some bread That I don’t have

Then skrt off to the corner wit your girls to have a laugh

Lookin in my wallet at a five and single bills

Like ahhhh hell man I probably needed that... can I have it back?