Broke As Fuck Lyrics - Ybn Cordae

Yeah, uh, yeah, (Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) 

I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck 

Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck 

A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too 

Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 

My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not 

Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot 

Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic 

Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh) 

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Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time 

Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind (Yeah) 

You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don (Yeah) 

You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom 

A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral 

Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him 

Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems" 

We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn 

And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck 

How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck 

Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck 

I'm aimin' for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up 

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I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck 

Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck 

A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too 

Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 (Skrt, skrt) 

My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not 

Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot 

Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic 

Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy 

Uh-huh (Hey) 

Yeah 

Woo 

Uh, yeah, uh 

Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame 

Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane 

Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains 

Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign 

Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga 

Remember days we was wearin' J's 

And a gold chain, only had three figures 

So fortunate, proportionate 

Lost boy, nigga, no coordinates 

Remember Christmas? We was giftless 

Three foot tree, no ornaments 

Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it 

Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it 

Mama couldn't afford AAU 

So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments 

I remember days sippin' lemonade 

Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid 

Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers 

I don't really have a lot of answers 

I'm just searchin' for the same shit 

Same niggas that I came with 

Premonitions over reminiscin' 

Lam' truck how I lane switch (Ah)