Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken, artist - Madlib. Album song Piñata, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.02.2021
Record label: Madlib Invazion
Song language: English
Broken |
| Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent |
| Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent |
| Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate |
| Fuck the government, I got my own deficit |
| Death to me the only thing that’s definite |
| Money rule the world, but when you dead that shit’s irrelevant |
| Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents |
| Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for selling it |
| Nigga please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it |
| Empty promises left them all broken |
| She said «Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus |
| You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking» |
| A young nigga that’s been thugging since the old days |
| Promise I’ve done seen everything but old age |
| Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways |
| Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase |
| Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase |
| Promise I’ve done seen everything but old age |
| Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam |
| Can’t see eye to eye with my old man |
| Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag |
| We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge |
| And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how |
| He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou |
| I guess that’s why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds |
| A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now |
| And I’m a crook and you crooked, that’s all we got in common |
| He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding |
| But how could something so destined to be just get demolished? |
| Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest |
| And honestly I know I’m out here fucking up |
| Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts |
| And seven bucks an hour wasn’t good enough |
| Cause seven days a week I’m living in a rush |
| Seven days a week I’m living in a rush |
| Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts |
| And the money was the root to what the evil is |
| It’s mandatory for me to live |
| I hustle harder than the next dude |
| Remember, everybody is out to get you |
| Niggas don’t respect to live and let live |
| So I pack a .40 caliber cause that’s how shit is |
| Out here, no fear, fuck feelings |
| Trigger man rule, that’s the art of drug dealing |
| I’m trying to stack my money to the ceiling |
| No new friends, don’t wanna talk about old business |
| Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness |
| With a bitch so thick she can’t take no dick |
| Imagine working grave-yard shifts |
| Bossman steady talking that shit |
| A million a day is for minimum wage |
| Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave |
| Frail moments, same page |
| Seven days a week I’m living in a rush |
| Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts |