Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Year Being Broke, artist - Kemba.
Date of issue: 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 |