Schy West - Former Broke Boy Lyrics

Some days I be feeling like the man
Who's as hot as me?
Sometimes in pieces
Good thing I took up pottery
But honestly
Probably
I could show you properly
How a g
Treat this stimulus like a nigga hit the lottery
Former broke boy, need that out there
How I'm supposed to go and party with you when I got no outwear?
Like this motherf*cker
Are you dumb?
She be wearing two's so I know she ain't the one
Really she just a one off
Bust it and then I run off
You wanna do some rounds
You don't ever get your fun off
But here's a little game that we play, girl, hush
She still stick around even though it's for the lust
So baby show me that peach like I'm Mario
Hit and quit it, I get it
But I ain't sorry though
Thinking Imma change up for a bill, girl you're crazy
I would rather risk it for my dreams than a Mercedes
You must've mistaken my reality for faking
I don't do it for the money, I don't do it for the fame
I remember pacing, like we're dancing, but you're satan
I don't really got the time to go and play these little games
Cause we're going up while here, yeah
Poetry in motion, shed a tear, yeah
F*ck the autopilot, imma steer, yeah
And if you're really bout it, imma see you at the bank
Gone secure the bag
Don't then fess up
Going to the Doc's the only time you get your check up
Faking like a wrestler
Claiming that you next up
Imma pass on the gas, boy this is Tesla
Girly feeling down so I'm recharging all her batteries
The right amount, I stick it
She forgetting why she mad at me
Burning all of these calories
Put the pussy on salary
Cause she blessing me without the trouble of my allergies
Now you better listen up, listen close, listen clear
I'd rather sell em hope than some dope cause I fear
Imma be like the rest of em
Moving with no direction
And popping bottles while spending all their savings on a section
But I believe in destiny
With my own recipe
Let me get me good but never let em get the best of me
And that's why I decided that it's time to let you go now
Cause you just want the cash and the light but not the rest of me
You must've mistaken my reality for faking
I don't do it for the money, I don't do it for the fame
I remember pacing, like we're dancing, but you're satan
I don't really got the time to go and play these little games
Cause we're going up while here, yeah
Poetry in motion, shed a tear, yeah
F*ck the autopilot, imma steer, yeah
And if you're really bout it, imma see you at the bank
So meet me at the front door
Ready to start an uproar
With pockets long enough to mop a shine on a dirt floor
See the futures mad bright
This is just a tad sight
So imma get some more until I'm bored or feeling mad right
Cause we're going up while here, yeah
Poetry in motion, shed a tear, yeah
F*ck the autopilot, imma steer, yeah
And if you're really bout it, imma see you at the bank