Broke Nigga (feat. ZayBricks) - Young Aladdin

Youngboy Woke up this morning with a bitch that I don't know suckin' my dick Watchin' CNN news, all of this poverty shit, how worse can it get You say that you rich, then poverty hit, but we forever rich Not what I psychologically meant, they want me to quit You would do better making a Doberman sit I rose for this shit, from one jail to another precinct You told for this shit, this shit, you niggas sold for this shit How old will it get before we start exposin' and shit? We all makin' choices just to die, not to live, it's a lie (Yeah, it's a lie) It's a thug nigga life It's a thug nigga life They hollering, one gun, two gun, he shot whose son? How long 'til your time comes? These hoes gon' misuse him It's a thug nigga life A thug nigga life, yeah Patek and Audemar, got both and it don't mean nothin' (Uh uh) I rock too many chains, just one feel like I mean something (On God) Back to back, I'm swerving lanes, leave a stain then I clean something (Let's go) I fucked her five times, to her, I bet that mean something (It don't) They left a dime in the car, that's ten shots Lil' nigga, I been there, 223, hangin' out the car with one Glock Montana closed shop, way he passed the phone with my homeboy Trent now Don't trust nobody, but it been good, it's a scary empire We all makin' choices just to die, not to live, it's a lie (Yeah, it's a lie) It's a thug nigga life It's a thug nigga life They hollering, one gun, two gun, he shot whose son? How long 'til your time comes? These hoes gon' misuse him It's a thug nigga life A thug nigga life, yeah

(Who made this shit?) (TayTay made the beat) Double cup poured up, mud Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm asleep, yeah, oh Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly Touch me, bust it, straight to Heaven where I send that pussy boy Oh, you ain't make it in, well, fuck your friend, it's up to you and God In that car with stolen rods, do a drill while on a bar Wet the block, that's MAC-10, had 3Three go rock the car Ah, glory, glory And this is my thug nigga story Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul I need you now, I'm on my own They call my phone "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you" Alright, my boy Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fetti For any nigga that wanna stretch me Man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me, they never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me I'ma shoot it whenever I see you until I steal you, now that's real beef I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer Where the zombies shoot the needles between they toes, in between they fingers I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong I flourished on niggas and got to them riches, now look at me, partner, I'm on I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory My part of the thug nigga story My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin' You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds? You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds? Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down? You livin' your raps? You known in your town? Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (in the mud) A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (streets) Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (police) Ah, glory, glory And this is my thug nigga story Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul I need you now, I'm on my own They call my phone "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you" Alright, my boy

Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch Nigga what, nigga who? Nigga what, nigga who? Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Can't fuck with me They ain't ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous Shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit. There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!" Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw Two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed, where you rest at I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through With the glock jet black, you niggaz step back I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my niggaz we invented the shit I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater Jaz-O finish this shit Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga Like a third degree, see me shine so bright Nigga I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B Heavyweights type work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut your face in like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road When you had to be in bed at the PM Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N Forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!) Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe