lirik lagu brodka$t - raw (d.b.d.)
hook: i just roll, that raw, get a hemp wick and, light, that raw, organic papers ima face that, can’t leave money on the table like a place mat, but i won’t sell my soul cause you cannot replace that, there’s way more to it with the ‘death before dishonor’ tat, across my back
verse 1: money ain’t the motivation, but it’s still the principle, with livin’ and my meanings to survive, i read “the richest man in babylon” i’m bout to make my paper thrive, all my life i been financially deprived, so i gotta strive for a better self for a better me, to provide for all of my negus and my family, sheisty n-ggas be scheming according to they jealousy, watch a friend just all of a sudden buck from his homie, but i’m just tryna fill my pockets, i’m separating wants from the needs, money hungry i take notes from those who failed cause of greed, increase focus heighten senses when i toke sensi weed, flip the sh-t cause even 9-5s are not guaranteed, i ain’t getting corrupted by red and blue threaded paper, i ain’t signin’ a contract that’s comprimisin’ my nature, only givin’ my energy to the most high creator, i just know what’s in this vessel is greater
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verse 2: this currency is fiat like them chrysler cars, i’m still like homie where that fee at ‘fore i spin open this jar, cause i need that b-tch the date for my next bill it ain’t too far, these corporations all selfish they give no f-cks bout who you are, and they dare to call it shares, all these labels f-ck these rappers just straight bare, most just do it for that guala cause they broke or just don’t care, they ain’t humble they just mumble like they don’t want you to hear, like i seen a homie down the street i put one in the air, third eye open like the shop, bumpin’ ludacris and writin’ rhymes i do it for hip-hop, i’m not gone stop unless you see me get dropped by the ops, y’all just do it for fancy drops that you don’t even buy, you just rent it just to fake the top, i’m investing in hemp stock and in myself, took a look inside my fridge and i saw nothing on the shelf, will to die upon my feet, all these other rappers knelt, meditate for inner wealth facin’ papers for my health, i just
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