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letra de we was broke - ykom

[chorus: heny az]
we was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
but i ain’t gotta sell that shit no more
my niggas see me, and i give ‘m hope
then get some more

[verse 1: juicy j]
i was fucked up, and it was somethin
i was broke, get my bucks up
i ain’t stuck up, i lay low, had to change shit
living dangerous
on the low, had to pick it up
had to switch it up like the flow
bout my business, suit and tie on some other shit
the rap game was slow, used to have to walk a couple miles
just thought you should know
got a v 12, it got the petal to the floor
used to have to make a pallet, used to sleep right on the floor
i want the finer things in life, i wanted it up the whole stove
had that metal sittin close, that’s the only way we know
straight to the money, that’s the only way we go

[chorus: heny az]
we was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
but i ain’t gotta sell that shit no more
my niggas see me, and i give ‘m hope
then get some more

[verse 2: ykom]
got ‘m all watchin what i do
for days i used to chill up in the kitchen with the tool
mama not aproove, when the clock went off, hit snooze
cl-ssroom turnt, they say, ykom, you gon make the news
smokin roaches, was the brokest
i used to sell it on the floors
hide it in my coat
heard that lil b-tch don’t want me, now she dope
love to choak shit
i was gettin money, got me here with my bros
boss up, couple hundred thousand to get the crew right
i just k!lled the summer, drop that shit that make ‘m move, right
i know this, yeah, i know this
way too focused to stop this
them other rappers be some jokers, i know this

[chorus: heny az]
we was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
but i ain’t gotta sell that shit no more
my niggas see me, and i give ‘m hope
then get some more

[verse 3: heny az]
i was broke, same fuckers peepin at my bank account
sellin weed, ridin bikes, it’s like i ran a paper rout
no one from my town that make music ever made it out
so all them hundreds i’m stuffin in my bag, never take ‘m out
i used to sleep on couches, but this year i had to upgrade
now it’s 6 alb-ms, with the music, got enough made
member all them nights i was sleepin on the carpet
and the only gifts were from the lay away or target
i just got so sick of all the nights we were hungry
starin at a bag of chips, and thinkin that this life ain’t for me
then lookin in the mearor, thinkin, at, you got no brain
this money shit will fuck you up, that’s rest in piece to cobain

- ykom

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