The Broke Song - Illmind, Symbolyc One

Not a dime to my name, what’s the price for fame?

Cats thinkin' I’m rich, got me standin' in the rain

Wishin' I had change

In my pocket when I’m rockin'

A broke MC with bad credit

And I’m still droppin' albums like I’m so hot but I’m not

A broke cat with a tore back ride

I’m from the old school and momma told me to throw back pride

Be humble in life

It’s gon' be a struggle in life

Keep yo' mind right

I’m 'bout to give it up, give it up

See a nickle on the ground, pick it up, pick it up

The Broke Song, I’d rather be singin' The Hope Song

I never the less stress keepin' my throat strong

Money I tote wrong

Hopin' the rope’s long enough

S-1, the brother with the oak tongue

No need to prolong

Stuck, got a brand new truck

Hopin' the note’s gone

Come along to the song

«Throw back ride»

«Give it up, give it up»

«Keep ya mind right»

«Gotta work a 9 to 5»

«Don't struggle, just hustle»

«Wishin' I had change»

«What's the price for fame»

«I'm still broke»

«Cause the way we livin' now is wack»

Let’s hustle like we bubblin' crack

Find a way to educate and elevate and sell this shit right back

To the powers that be

Because I know they ain’t empowering me

And that didn’t take me two towers to see

Know

That the world is slowly dying every day

We livin' so broke, check to check

Minimum waging ain’t enough, below income stuff

Yeah I could serve kill but it’s hard to pay the bill when in cuffs

So let’s, flip the 5−0 until it’s 0−5

Till we dictate the cost to survive

I hustle dead or alive

With the U.S. debt on the line

I wanna climb till I’m dead or resign

All I’m hearing is

«Your check bounce», a gram short of an ounce

And it’s hard to pay the rent with nothin' but common sense

And since we’ve been dealin' with the power of the yen

We made a vow to keep hustling here until we rise up

My man skill on the beat

Yo I need something to eat

This hunger makes me wonder why I’m praying my soul to sleep

Threw the 20's on the Jeep

God makin' them ends meet

But I gotta produce more heat if them 20's I want to keep

So

I’d rather watch my seeds grow

Cause they foul you to shoot, call it a free throw

Knowin' a brother need doe

Blow

I’m 'bout to put the horns down

The Heavenly Father stricken me when I’m weak and when I’m torn down

Yo I’m stressed from the job that’s got my head twisted

Livin' like I got money, I’m ballin'

Not even close y’allin'

Maxed out credit cards with a bottle full of

Semi po' folks that ain’t no joke

Tryin' to get my seeds some of them beautiful things

A pool in the back with a set of swings

A lot of dreams, sometimes I gotta scream

Plot and scheme ways of makin' them collared greens

Droppin' the hottest heat, rockin' the beats