Broken

Time to pop the bottle Contents under pressure Gotta watch the carpet Diamonds on the dresser Diamonds under pressure Gotta know your worth Never let the fake in I can't be broken In, in, in, in, in, in Canʼt be broken In, in, in, in, in, in Need some common sense bruh, cus I got it good Trippinʼ when I wake up all I know is shoot Your shot is all you got when there's no silver spoon Run it back the next day with no chance to bloom Mother forget about all the awful days Pray for me I think that I have gone astray From the path you raised, stare down heavens gates A disgrace but pray I got that A-okay, anyway Tell em I need my bag what's the hold up Commas let me breathe I got that asthma Working 9 to 5 a bit of overtime Faking smiles in public just to be alright You shoulda seen me when I had to hit the road Weighing all my options just to keep afloat, Woah House to house Iʼm struggling to keep a spot Brotha sees a s supernova, so Iʼm bout to shoot my shot Time to pop the bottle Contents under pressure Gotta watch the carpet Diamonds on the dresser Diamonds under pressure Gotta know your worth Never let the fake in I can't be broken In, in, in, in, in, in Canʼt be broken In, in, in, in, in, in I'd rather rap to the masses entertain with my ad libs Than to sit at my desk And ask what my last task is While adjusting my focal glasses, tossin' paper where trash is Doubling over like a prego' that's in her contractions But fam the fact is I had to practice When I was a soon to be graduate Bet I dipped in an orderly fashion And now Iʼm rappin' to the masses On a rainy night like gladys. don't trip I got mad style I ain't ever cramping Dreaming of going platinum But its time to wash these plastic rims Walk with God they passin' him Heart open here's my bag of sins Hope he makes my plans and then Dove seven times in moccasins Kinda scared cus I can't swim I got lots but not casting them Maybe one of these days We can all look past it Like a white picket fence like aye wha's 'hannenin Power trippin' like he man... crowd chantin' he the man Gots so much flow, beavers be like damn Time to pop the bottle Contents under pressure Gotta watch the carpet Diamonds on the dresser Diamonds under pressure Gotta know your worth Never let the fake in i cant be broken In, in, in, in, in, in Canʼt be broken In, in, in, in, in, in They forgot about Jre, I go hard in the paint Art filled with my pain A real artist portrays Hate inside their portraits But it's like how they say Fame donʼt come until your sleeping in your Grave (grave) grave (grave) grave