| See I know what it feels like to be broke
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| And I ain’t goin' back no more
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| No, I ain’t goin'
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| I know what it feels like to be broke
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| I know what it feels like to sell dope
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| I know what it feels like to go half on Chicken McNuggets
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| Losing, living on budgets
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| Nowadays people love me
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| Remembering when we were struggling
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| Now I’m out here stunting, getting money
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| She said, Raj I seen you on The FADER, duh
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| I been on the escalator, up
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| Word around, they know that I’m the plug
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| They give me hella free designer drugs
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| That’s what’s up, pass 'em off to the bruhs
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| And it’s club, that the least I could do for them, show 'em love Get a buzz,
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| nigga, take enough so you get a buff
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| We deserve it all, coming from where we’re from, nigga
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| And I know what it feels like to be broke
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| And I ain’t goin' back no more
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| You want a busy man, or a broke nigga
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| We could be a lot, but I can’t be broke with
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| stop being what he ain’t
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| just to drop that weak ass 38
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| Puting on for my fam cause niggas is hella fake
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| Be yourself around me, I’m screaming fuck who you ain’t
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| You wasn’t there when I was goin' through it
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| When I blew it, and bounced back like I meant to do it
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| I need it all in, I ain’t gon' say no more
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| You finished or done
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| I ain’t giving no money to my old family
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| shout out to my family in the Rich
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| We came a long way
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| cause the real ones share
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| I let the birds talk for me, pocket full of pairs
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| Throw my niggas in the field, and my niggas up in Paris
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| I know what it feels like to be broke
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| And I ain’t goin' back no more
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| Hell naw nigga
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| I walk in the crib
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| Got two kids and my baby mama late, oh no
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| Cal-A hold on, I got the juice now
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| You know I want it all, so drop outta school now
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| I’m who they don’t wanna see like the feds
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| I need lettuce and cheese and bread
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| I’m plotting all in my bald head
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| While she rub it down to make sure it shine, ah yeah
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| And do I ever care about what he say, nah
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| Is Sallie Mae gon' get a repay, nope
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| And if you need me then I need my dough
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| Put respect on my check, won’t say it no more
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| I know what it feels like to be broke
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| And I ain’t goin' back no more
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| Hell naw nigga |