Crooked I - Sick Of Being Broke lyrics

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Ft. Emanny

My homie said what up, I told him dog I can't call it

Diggin’ into my pocket, ain't got a dollar in my wallet

Got me drinking this vodka ‘til I fall like an alcoholic

I'm so sick of being broke I'm ready to vomit on the carpet

I tried to find a job to avoid the thought of hurling

But every single person treating me worse than Donald Sterling

Lying to my face, they said they ain't have no more positions

Then hired the dude behind me cuz he had a different pigment

I'm sick of being broke, man fuck a piece of ass

See my mother needs some cash, nigga my bucket needs some gas

My homies pushing dope, it's so tough for me to ask

For some help I had to, they finally fuck with me at last

Told me they had some work they needed a nigga to Tennessee

And if I get it there I'm getting a G off every key

Penitentiary chances, y'all know how that work

I'm driving to Tennessee rocking duckers and a church shirt

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

I'm not asking for everything

(I don't need much, I don't need much)

I'm just tired of struggling

(So sick of, I'm sick of being broke)

My homie said what up, I told him dog I can't call it

Hundreds in my pocket dollars all in my Prada wallet

The way I'm popping bottles y'all would think I was alcoholic

Woozy on the club couch, ready to vomit on their carpet

I reminisce when I was on the block without a cent

Diggin’ into my pocket all a nigga got was cotton lint

Telling my conscience I'm still honest cuz I pay my mama's rent

This hustle never lasts forever, I still got some common sense

Yeah, I'm getting money, but the walls are closing in

Homies getting busted doing their time up in the pen

Other homies can't be trusted droppin’ dimes on they friends

I'm wondering if I'm next as I recline in my Benz

So many rainy days, but this paper made it sunny

At the Staples watching the Lakers hanging with a gang of hunnies

And now that I'm making money haters wanna take it from me

Paranoid I know ‘em boys watching, man, I ain't a dummy

I'm just sick of being broke

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

I'm not asking for everything

(I don't need much, I don't need much)

I'm just tired of struggling

(So sick of, I'm sick of being broke, sick of being broke)

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke, sick of being broke