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broke nigga - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
you said what? who? ha
(dang, overeasy, you made another one?)
alright

[verse]
first and foremost, i don’t rap beef
keep playin’ with me, they gon’ find your body on a backstreet
everything i do expensive, i just blew twenty thousand, that was last week
you go to mcdonald’s and use a coupon for a burger ’cause you that cheap
these n*ggas don’t get money in real life if you ask me
told him send me two thousand for a feature, got him mad, he said i’m taxin’
all this goofy*ass internet sh*t got me laughin’
i’ma drop my location, bet you won’t pull up on mackin
you say your cousin told on your daddy, you should whack him
why don’t you tell us about that settlement money that you be flashin’?
i paid ten thousand for my chain at hutch, go and ask him
chatty*ass blank pendant on your necklace, when i see it, i’ma sn*tch it
how your jeweler let you walk out with no letters? you should smack him
wrong n*gga to be playin’ with, chill out ’fore you end up in a casket
you say you sell dope? probably never had more than a basket
put them n*ggas on his ass, he gon’ be talkin’ ’bout harassment
if you can’t afford a verse, don’t be mad, go get a bag, n*gga
you was flashin’ five thousand in your video, that’s just sad, n*gga
i done made more money in one week than you probably ever had, n*gga
ruined your career before it started tryin’ hard to be a rap n*gga
i do this sh*t in real life, go and ask about me
mini draco split him, police gon’ find a half a body
said if i say somethin’ back then i’m dead, he gon’ have to pop me
i’m the one that started sh*t*talkin’, you n*ggas gotta copy
poured a four of tris up, got me noddin’ off
f*ck goin’ back and forth, i’ma knock him off
every n*gga ’round me got a bag, i don’t know ’bout y’all
put you six feet under if you underestimate me ’cause i’m four foot tall
asked about him in the streets, n0body heard of dog
i know some n*ggas told you ’bout yourself like, “it ain’t worth it, dog”
he was tryna be funny, chasin’ clout, now he nervous, y’all
after this, that n*gga better not say another word at all
they thought i was done, no, i’ma keep goin’
why you takin’ pictures in them sandals with your feet showin’?
let me catch that n*gga out in public, i’ma deebo him
you ain’t in the streets for real, so quit actin’ like you be on it
i ain’t want to, but this n*gga made me, now i’m finna get on him
disrespect, first thing that i’ma do is probably spit on him
if he actin’ like he reachin’ for his heat, i’m uppin’ bl!ck on him
glock, fn, or mini draco, i’ll let you pick one
you just dug your own grave and tombstone, you should pick one
real wack diamonds in your buffs, i guess you couldn’t afford the big ones
bet you gotta pay for a b*tch the only way that you can get one
if you had to take one for the team, you probably couldn’t even f*ck the big one
sloppy roll in my pocket, i could teach you how to get some
this n*gga high, get an ssi check, or he must be drunk
guess he must’ve got shot in the head, ’cause this n*gga dumb
you and your daddy finished, both you n*ggas done
my n*ggas called me, asked me what to do, i said fall back
just know that n*gga dead if i call back
you just ballin’ on a budget, you gon’ leave them all with no bag
you talkin’ dog sh*t, this n*gga first chain was a dog tag
you gotta up 50k the only way you can make [?][2:19]
n*ggas seen me make a million, blow it all, and make it all back
probably spent 500k on lean last year, n*gga, no cap
probably slid through your block on twenty*eights way before the rap
[outro]
who the f*ck this bum*ass, broke*ass n*gga think he is?
i don’t even know who the f*ck this n*gga is speakin’ on my name
chasin’ clout ain’t gon’ get your ho ass no fame
bum, broke*ass n*gga, the f*ck wrong with you, n*gga?
dog sh*t, for real, n*gga

- grindhard e lyrics

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