Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Year Being Broke , by - Kemba. Release date: 19.09.2019
Song language: English
Last Year Being Broke |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke |
| No lie, no joke |
| I know, I know I said that shit a million times before |
| But boy, look how I’ve grown, ain’t nobody call my phone |
| I did this on my own |
| Even Diddy started runnin' errands, pushin' papers |
| I made a fool of you haters, made friends with a few of your favorites |
| I wouldn’t say that I’m famous |
| This shit is due in the makin', I had a few reservations, but now… |
| Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke |
| I need that, vamanos |
| Now every artist’s album, I’ll be on them fuckin' liner notes |
| These royalties fit for royalty, I’m King Jaffe Jo' |
| Watch how all these niggas jockin', watch how all these shorties watchin' |
| All these restaurants on comp now, ain’t no way I can pronounce this |
| All these cheeses queso blanco, fuckin' brie and asiago |
| I can’t tell the fuckin' difference, there’s like 40 fuckin' options |
| But it’s poppin', nigga, ooh |
| This gon' be the last year my niggas starvin' |
| You need your fruit organic, we got different problems |
| I see coppers every mornin', I’m a livin' target |
| They could kill me and just switch departments |
| Man, I’ve I been couch to couch hoppin' since the first of the month |
| Tryna think of resolutions while we circle this blunt |
| Tryna use this EBT to buy a burger deluxe |
| Luckily my local akhi come in firm in the clutch |
| Here, buy yourself somethin', this gon' be my last year bein' broke |
| That’s a promise, I’ll be prominent |
| Polly like a politician, bondin' with Obama and them |
| Bound to push the button, buggin' Flex to drop a bomb on this |
| They thought I was stupid just 'cause I ain’t get no college in |
| Shorties playin' Cupid with more collagen than Kylie Jen' |
| You can hear me speakin' from the pit, this shit is bottomless |
| You thought I was powerless, I had that shit bottled in |
| Now I’m 'bout to body shit |
| This gon' be the last year my fam ain’t ballin' |
| I hear them cameras callin', I’m on your campus often |
| I’m out at South by Southwest, I’m the man in Austin |
| The man in Texas, this been manifested |
| I’m that answer and the man in question |
| This that jam, this a jammin' session |
| Dodgin' death with both hands, bitch, I’m ambidextrous |
| I walk right up to the mirror and say, «Damn, I’m destined» |
| But damn, I’m restless |
| This gotta be my last year bein' broke |
| No lie, no joke |
| I know, I know I said that shit a million times before |
| But boy, look how I’ve grown, ain’t nobody call my phone |
| I did this on my own |
| Hard to make a plan to make it out when you don’t know shit |
| We come from low income, don’t nobody own shit |
| That’s why it’s crazy when they see us with our own shit |
| Drive our own course, and steer our own ships |
| That’s some dope shit |
| That’s me givin' you some game, that’s some grown shit |
| Niggas claim my ceiling’s low, I would fold on some clothes shit |
| Now I’m on the roof on some Cole shit, that’s some cold shit |
| Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke |
| This gon' be my last year bein' broke |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga |