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letra de tired of bein' broke in america - vanny goodfella

intro
im dj vanny goodfella the hustler the throwback king….
every morning i pray, lord, keep my head up…
tired of bein’ broke in america

verse 1
wake up, same ceiling, same cold sheets, same old hunger
ads on my phone tell me i’m missing out on summer
gold diggers on my timeline, hearts for sale, fake numbers
streamers actin’ holy but they chasin’ clout and thunder
i want gourmet every day, lobster on my plate, no stress
but rent keep knockin’, mama cryin’, bills pile up, no rest
thinkin’ ’bout scratch-offs, lottery dreams in my head
prayin’ to the lord every morning, keep me fed
dreams turned to nightmares, nightmares flip to dreams
demons put on halos, angels switchin’ up the scheme
friends i grew up with act like strangers on the block
these guys will line you up just to get close to your rock

pre-chorus
we used to be hood rich, flexin’ on a budget
now the world want more, and we stuck in the struggle
jehovah used to knock, now the door stay closed
self-medicate the pain, drownin’ in what i chose

chorus
tired of bein’ broke in america, tired of the lies
tired of fake followers, fake views, and filtered lives
tired of commercials streamin’ in my face every night
tired of chasin’ paper while my soul lose sight
tired of bein’ broke in america, lord, hear my cry
gimme one good meal, one real night, one clear sky
tired of bein’ broke in america, i’m tryna survive
if we gon’ make it through, we gotta help each other thrive
verse 2
tiktok ads playin’ like they know what i need
sellin’ happiness in a box, got me losin’ sleep
f-ck buyin’ real gold, i rock fake chains, knock-off tees
better to look rich than be broke on my knees
taxes and tariffs got me scratchin’ my head
how we supposed to get rich when the system takin’ bread?
only thing i got left to hold is dandruff on my coat
father left me words, no money, just hope
he said, “if our race gon’ survive, we gotta lift each other up,”
so i pour my last cup, try to fill somebody’s cup
maturbation cheaper than datin’ these broads, i stay home
stroke my cylinder, keep my peace, leave the phone alone

pre-chorus
we used to be hood rich, now we payin’ for the dream
fake love, fake views, everything ain’t what it seems
self-medicate the nights, prayin’ for the day
angels turn to demons, demons show the way

chorus
tired of bein’ broke in america, tired of the lies
tired of fake followers, fake views, and filtered lives
tired of commercials streamin’ in my face every night
tired of chasin’ paper while my soul lose sight
tired of bein’ broke in america, lord, hear my cry
gimme one good meal, one real night, one clear sky
tired of bein’ broke in america, i’m tryna survive
if we gon’ make it through, we gotta help each other thrive
bridge
father said, “son, we gotta hold on to each other,”
but the streets whisper lies, turnin’ brothers to strangers
i been prayin’ every morning, lord, don’t let me fall
turn my nightmares into dreams, answer when i call
i see angels in the dark, demons in the light
tryna find the balance between wrong and right
if we share what we got, maybe we all get fed
maybe we stop sleepin’ hungry, maybe we rest our heads

verse 3
female delusional streamers sellin’ fake devotion
instagram thots swimmin’ in a sea of false emotion
fake views, fake followers, numbers that don’t mean a thing
they clap for the illusion while the real ones sting
we all used to be hood rich, pockets full of pride
but pride don’t pay the bills when the system’s on the ride
i light a candle for my pops, his last words in my ear
“help your people, son, that’s how we persevere.”
so i pass what little i got to the kid on the block
teach him how to hustle, how to rise when the world mock
scratch-off dreams still callin’, but i fold the ticket down
pray for a better way, plant seeds in this town

chorus
tired of bein’ broke in america, tired of the lies
tired of fake followers, fake views, and filtered lives
tired of commercials streamin’ in my face every night
tired of chasin’ paper while my soul lose sight
tired of bein’ broke in america, lord, hear my cry
gimme one good meal, one real night, one clear sky
tired of bein’ broke in america, i’m tryna survive
if we gon’ make it through, we gotta help each other thrive
outro
dreams turned to nightmares, nightmares turned to dreams
demons turned to angels, angels switched their seams
father’s words on my lips, i pass ’em like a torch
if we lift each other up, we can light up the dark
tired of bein’ broke in america, but i still believe
one day we eat gourmet, one day we finally breathe

- vanny goodfella

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