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Yeah, B-I-G Broski
Uh, I know this what they been waitin' on
I'm smokin' that good pack right now in the booth, you already know
G-Town shit, man, Never Going Broke Again 2, man
Check it
The early bird get the money, bitch, I'm out before it's sunny
Niggas laughin' and they bummy, bein' broke was never funny
Do this shit for my grandma, my sister, and my mama
If it ain't about the money, you could miss me with the drama
Real protective of that cash, so I'm strapped with that llama
Show a nigga I don't play and it's a disaster trauma
All them twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I need 'em in my hand
When you thumbin' through a check, you know you feel like you the man
Niggas used to bein' broke, I don't think they understand
I'm not no average nigga, bein' rich the only plan
'Cause I ain't tryna be that nigga makin' minimum wage
Takin' orders, flippin' burgers, workin' hard like a slave
I think like a rich nigga, shit, I'm tryna get paid
So I'ma be that next nigga that come up out of Dade
I'm in love with the money, so I dropped all my hoes
Nigga, tell me what's a dream if you ain't really got no goals?
I'm tryna stack fifty mill' before I turn thirty years old
I'ma make that shit happen, nigga, that's on Free The Soul
Every time you hear my songs, I keep it real with the people
You broke and I'm not, my nigga, we ain't close to equal
Keep an eye-to-eye connection, it ain't hard for me to reach you
Wanna get up on your hustle, it ain't hard for me to teach you
I look like money, so them bitches, they attracted
Try my hardest not to spend it 'cause it's hard for me to stack it
Every time I leave the crib, best believe I'ma pack it
If you didn't comprehend, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout that ratchet
While y'all out chasin' pussy, man, I'm on somethin' bigger
Mastermind in the makin', tryna touch six figures
By the looks of your dawgs, all y'all bitch niggas
Niggas flex for IG, portrayin' like they rich niggas
Give me time with this music, nigga, I'ma make a way
Shit, I'm tryna be worth the same amount as Dr. Dre
M.O.E. except my fam, that's everyday
Quote, unquote, "The grind is real," that's word to Jay
Come cross this bloodline, it's guaranteed you gettin' murked
It hurt that I only get to see my grandma on a shirt
This money keep on comin' in, it's like I'm wrapped around a curse
Tryna go against me, nigga, man, that shit'll never work
Tryna downplay me, nigga, how you go against the grain?
If you broke chasin' these hoes, nigga, that's a damn shame
I don't look for handouts, bruh, I'm in my own lane
I ain't 100 Mob Life, bitch, I got my own gang
I never really understood why niggas talk just like hoes
The one you least expect the most to be the main one that told
Lord, forgive me for my sins, but these streets gettin' cold
Gray under major pressure, I won't fumble, I won't fold
How you call yourself a boss and you ain't never cut a check?
Young nigga steady wildin', I be throwin' up my set
All that actin' tough shit'll get a hole in your chest
I'm just coolin' right now 'cause a young nigga next
I'm a Cullumana boy, but you see me everywhere
Don't call yourself a shooter if you shootin' in the air
I hang with them niggas that be livin' with no care
On the side of Cullumana, we be posted right in there
I be busy chasin' paper, just coolin' by my lonely
When that money runnin' low, them bitches go to actin' phony
I'm the type if we rockin', I'll pass you to my homie
We ain't even gotta speak, just keep it movin', you don't know me
My niggas be up on that block day and night like it's a job
We out here tryna get it even though times hard
Ho, I'm down with all that flexin', you will get your ass robbed
And remain one hundred gang, we ain't fuckin' with no mob
Broski
Yeah, uh
I just killed that shit, man