Go Woke Go Broke - Jokes On Wokes

I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy) I'm down and out, nigga Well, nah, I ain't down and out These niggas wan' see me down and out Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (Yeah) Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc) Could get a hundred years from all these fuckin' murders I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin' 'Fore it's over, Chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, Not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin' Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (Skrrt, gone) I am not wrong, do anything to make it home Run to a boy, I'm probably gone High on Demon time Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherfucker Straight from out that North, Ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin' It come with jail time and plenty Niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga 38 my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga 'Cause I don't fuck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all I'm sittin' here waitin' for Ddawg to call, with Nick, he smokin' loud Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd I bring them hitters out, my youngin buckin' wit' his ski mask out He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you Xanax, probably be on two Gravediggers inside this coupe, You can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew Tell your friend fuck with my crew Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way Just make sure that you ain't out There 'cause you might be who die today Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave I'm a dead man, that what they say, I know it I'm overdue, don't pick and choose, I talk my shit, to show it That be my Five, he caught one body, tryna make him go for it Ain't met your noggin with that chopper, why I'm movin' forward? That murder shit, I'm forward Know I might die, but I don't trip That money on galore Tell my oldest son, drive the ship And tell my bro, "The pussy bitch that whack me, you go finish him" I'm gon' be bobbin' in my casket with some diamonds head to limb, yeah I gave that bitch that bag, now she broke, she sad, yeah Bitch, let me see my daughter 'fore your boyfriend smashed Told my grandpa, "I ain't do that shit, man, all them people lyin' on me If I did, I still wouldn't tell ya, but right now, I'm bein' G" They know I don't even speak, them niggas crossed the line with me And now they gotta step on us, if not, they all gon' feel the heat I eat, I say amazin' grace, I pray to Lord my soul to keep On side my bed, I pray with beads, free BaBa, that's apart of me Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way Just make sure that you ain't out There 'cause you might be who die today Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way Just make sure that you ain't out There 'cause you might be who die today Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave (D-Roc) (Skeeo, you crazy)

I woke up broke and it fuckin hurt So got off my ass and I put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not All that matters if you paid the rent or not If you woke up broke, I know it hurts Stop starring at the ceiling and put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not Only if you pay tax on all you got Can't tell me twice to go and get it Rags to riches true story I did it Went through hell and sleepless nights Fought to death no pointless fights Thousand mistakes just to go one right Now they lookin' at me like I was always this type I get this cash cuz I got no choice That drug game put this bass in my voice Grew up fast with insecurities Had to live off that social security Had to survive by any means Never starved thanks to rice and beans Grew up watching Otis sip them 40's Listen to pops while he told war stories Watch them hookers work the town Memorized the sound of all them rounds I woke up broke and it fuckin hurt So got off my ass and I put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not All that matters if you paid the rent or not If you woke up broke, I know it hurts Stop starring at the ceiling and put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not Only if you pay tax on all you got Safety pins and a lot of weed Back when I thought it wasn't cool to read Back before I thought about getting lyrical Around the same time Elias jumped off Miracle That was my dude through thick n thin Hurt my heart to see him on that shit Crazy how life takes us on these paths Opposite colors can split us in half A raging bull to protect to serve Copped the Dayton's just to watch them swerve I spend this money like I've always had it If don't do it then I don't rap it Buying bottles in the club we Mazeltov Sparklers on the bottles like molotovs Toast with my day 1's to success And to all those in the struggle with respect I woke up broke and it fuckin hurt So got off my ass and I put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not All that matters if you paid the rent or not If you woke up broke, I know it hurts Stop starring at the ceiling and put in work The world don't give a fuck if you eat or not Only if you pay tax on all you got

Yeah, I know these lil' niggas like to talk I don't really like to talk, let me pop my shit (let me pop) I can't get them haters off my dick You know I drop my nuts when I drop my shit (let me drop) And I'm the type to keep it quiet, don't speak They'll never know it's me when they block get hit My mama told me I should go and holler at my brother Just to let him know we all be havin' problems and we love him (go) It's traumatizin', you know, how we started in the gutter Now I'm chillin' with my daughter in a goddamn mansion Just waitin' on a nigga, watching goddamn cameras Cheat code, nigga, I'm the goddamn answer Beast Mode, mama beat the goddamn cancer And I don't really give a fuck about how you feel, homie Put the alphabet on him, put the AR on him, put the F and N on him Get to shootin' at a nigga, have him goddamn dancin', yeah You know I keep the blick with the extension Never foldin' under pressure, know I love it when there's tension Know I love it when it's questions in my motherfuckin' mentions Know these bitches bein' messy, need some love and some attention You niggas say I ain't go no flow, they better motherfuckin' listen I be switchin' up my flow the way I'm switchin' niggas' bitches I'm a different type of nigga, you a different type of bitch Screenshot, sendin' out another nigga pic Riding 'round town on another nigga dick Leavin' all them comments on another nigga shit Your best friend dead, that's what he motherfuckin' get Know we lock and shake niggas like a motherfuckin' pit' Nigga better go and check my background, nigga Lay a finger on me, nigga gettin' clapped down, nigga Know these friendly-ass rappers never shot nan' nigga All you cappin'-ass niggas need a cap, gown, nigga What the fuck these niggas wanna do? People think I like to fight but I be really tryna shoot, bitch Ain't hearing niggas like they got on mute, swish I'm pulling up and I ain't tryna hoop, it's A nigga that's the motherfucking truth I ain't tryna be your friend, I ain't cliquing with your crew And no, I'm never in my feelings, I'm just tryna get the loot I been rapping for a minute, nigga, fuckin' make it two I think the blogs know we fucking, shit, but fuck it, that's my boo She always staring at me, she be tellin' me I'm cute I always keep it on me, she'll tell you I'ma shoot My house so fuckin' big, ain't even using half the rooms It's hot outside, I actually forgot I had a pool Football field, a nigga going NFL Basketball court, a nigga going NBA R and B freak, I try to fuck her every day Curly-haired jiggy bitch, it might be DaniLeigh Ooh, did he just say that? You probably need to play back Six cars in the driveway and I don't even drive I be backseat pimpin', 'bout to go and get a Maybach Name another nigga that can kick it how I kick it You can't name another nigga that be livin' how I'm livin' I ain't never told a lie, these other niggas rappin' fiction Could've been switched the flow, these stupid niggas wouldn't get it Fuck it, shit, we can go body for body (go, go) He got too many hoes, let's go thotty for thotty (go, go) I'm not looking for problems, he try me, he try me I got white people fans, look like Scotty 2 Hotty I'm not looking for drama, the drama come find me She don't look like my mami, I call her my mami (mami) I'm not trusting nobody, don't fuck with nobody Not tryna resign but they tryna re-sign me (go) I hope you not offended, shit, but I'm not really interested You don't like taking chances, but you reaping all the benefits The coolest, you not cool enough for me and I'm not feeling it My heart's no longer in it, forgot who you was dealin' with Give me mine, nigga, I got kids I be sacrificin' time for them to live the way I live I ain't mad at the Corona, I been chillin' at the crib I ain't tryna hide my feelings, bitch, I feel the way I feel, nigga Yuh Who the fuck can't switch the flow, nigga? Stupid ass nigga And K.i.D on the motherfuckin' beat, nigga Stupid add niggas, go! That's my daddy

Huh? (We got London on da Track), okay Look (I'm in London got my beat from London) You know I ain't never had shit (okay) Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh) I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch Tell the valet park my shit at the Front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (let's go) I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (bag) Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch If a fat bitch know how to get some Money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (uh-huh, uh-huh) Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (yuh) I give a fan a high five in the Airport, she did a backflip (oh my God, ahh) I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go Man, fuck Baby That little nigga in the (salt) She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (okay) A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire But I don't knock your hustle Get it out the mud, I been there (uh-huh) Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who Broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom We came up, I give 'em hope And way before a nigga signed I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side No, I had them low, and they had them high You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie Now a nigga legit, huh Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh And bougie hoes They wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now Man, I pull up, niggas howlin' Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You know I ain't never had shit, okay Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

Okay, now fuck that, go again, okay I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and fuck that hoe again It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that Fuck that, load 'em in (yeah) Baby on baby 2, nigga, this the intro Everybody turnt at my shows again Yeah, bitch, I'm still number one, what the fuck niggas thought? (What niggas think?) This bitch right here bulletproof I got a M in this bitch, it's a motherfuckin' boss (It's a M) I could still get you hit, I'm the boss (yeah) This shit here ain't nothin' new Know how many times a nigga fell down and shook off a loss? (I ain't trippin') I'm somewhere with somethin' fine Givin' her dick on the couch with my dick in your mouth These niggas hoes, I'm all the way round (all the way up) All this shit niggas' braggin' 'bout Nigga, I ain't trippin' on that, 'cause I bought it already All my hoes call mе their daddy I'm in the drive-thru at Chick-fil-A brеakfast in the Rolls Royce askin' for condiments heavy I just got mad at the nigga (what the fuck man?) 'Cause he gave me grape and I asked him for strawberry jelly, bitch (what the fuck man?) Doin' too much, hope you have a good day (what happened?) She quit playin' her role and I cut her I'm through with her, I thought I had me a bae Can't help it, bitch, I keep it gutter Bitch, I'm a gentleman I put this Louis V jacket on the ground just to cover a puddle But you ain't finna play with me, you know it's Baby Gon' fuck on them hoes and gon' get him some money, nigga Yeah, Baby on baby 2 Okay, now fuck that, go again, okay I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and fuck that hoe again (yeah, yeah, you know, you know that's still my bitch, nigga) It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that Fuck that, load 'em in (yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout, haha) Baby on baby 2, nigga, this the intro (two, two, two) Everybody turnt at my shows again (two, nigga) Tell her "Two" Wanna fuck with me, bitch, come with two (come with two) I'm a dog, I'ma do what I do (I'ma) Oh, you got it like that? Tell her "Woof" Got a gun in here, now I'ma shoot (I'ma, ooh) Signed a lil' NDA, we can woo (we can woo) I'ma fuck on 'em all, I'ma swoop, nigga, swish (swish) Know on albums, that nigga don't miss (let's go) We can all fuck, I don't trip Nigga always gon' get him a bitch (mm-hmm) Nigga, I'm sittin' courtside, poppin' my shit Spillin' my popcorn, photographers' diggin' my fit You know how I'm comin', I'm hittin' this nigga's bitch Them niggas hittin' my bitch Whoop me a nigga, it's a switch on the stick They thought I got in my bag 2019, I ain't even get in this shit Quit lookin' for that, this as real as it get I'm in the rear view ridin' with that bitch in my hand I could never get killed in the whip Still ain't nan nigga sicker than this Thought Baby fell off, bitch, I'm flippin' the script You know that (now turn me up, nigga, let's go) Okay, now fuck that, go again, okay I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and fuck that hoe again It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that Fuck that, load 'em in (you know what I'm sayin', nigga? Yeah) Baby on baby 2, nigga, this the intro (Baby on baby 2, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?) Everybody turnt at my shows again Yeah, fuck that, I don't wanna talk I don't wanna talk, nigga Mmm-mmm, I don't wanna talk Come on, let's go to the next song