Broke Boy

I'm a broke boy, get on my level dog Lane full of smoke, but I ain't got smog I could make another verse to try to call them out But I don't want shit all up in my mouth See, Imma switch it up and talk some real shit Why they sneak diss and think they real slick Oh you flaunting stacks are you rich rich Why they tone always high with their sales pitch I'll cut to the chase I'm broke I'm afraid I'm losing hope I'm afraid I'm losing passion man I'm afraid of getting old See Im afraid of looking sloppy She won't top me With a dad body I'll get bodied Not get bodies Only touch me While on molly Oh my oh my oh my oh my god Going hard like hitting raw Stuck to screens afraid to mingle Always posting that she's single Make up vids, Ma your fine More eye lash and you'll go blind These just girls, with lots of time But my dicks in you Thats DIY But I'm on the tube as well tho That shit has yet to sell tho Split that glass of Patrón Then go eat them glutes like jell-o Cause I don't have that green I rarely smoke that tree And I won't pay for dinner She accepting BDE I'm a broke boy, get on my level dog Lane full of smoke, but I ain't got smog I could make another verse try to call them out But I don't want shit all up in my mouth Cause they try to play me but they end up glitched Thought we was bros until you Nintendo switched Petty little boys, always wanna plot Didn't get my girl, you fucked my exes box But that ain't here no there tho Only talk in arrows Shots for days, they scared tho But ya boy be built like scarecrows Or should I say an American Don't look gross Pete Davidson Take that back no comparison Just got more meat than a skeleton And pride makes me a meanie But I get down like I'm Shiggy Made an album that was cringy All because I'm in my feelings So don't air out dirty laundry All you look like is a donkey Man the world just needs a Kauzum They don't need another Aubrey Or Jamesmikel, spelled differently Made a party song to my miseries Or am I really sad? Thats a mystery Since depression is trend, I'll just follow leads I'm a broke boy, get on my level dog Lane full of smoke, but I ain't got smog I could make another verse try to call them out But I don't want shit all up in my mouth And I don't even get why the hell they be so sensitive Popping all these pills all except their own medicine Then everybody cares like everybody turned a relative I might off myself, just to get some sort of relevance No I'm just kidding boy I ain't about that f*ck shit If I were to die the world would be less productive I'm just surprised that they managing to function Constipated feelings, always acting like they tough shit But you always know that I'm always up to something Ego stands tall, so I can't hear the munchkins Can't hear the dumb shit, avoiding all the functions Only wanna spend is if it leads to deductions Thats real shit, I do it for the children Do it for Mugretto, I do it for these women Who all up in their feelings, feel it in the air I do it for the folks who are Broke Millionaires