Lyrics Broke Boi (OG Mix) - Cyrus

City full of cut-throats, who ain't got shit
Cuz we all gotta compete for the same profit
Every opportunity's fkn toxic
Before we even got to puberty, learned to chop shit
We live in a society permanently broke down
Stuck inside a drug epidemic across the whole town
It's like we're living beside a black hole now
But it just leaves a shell of your body and sucks your soul down
And when you try to escape, you gotta grow lots
Most of us stuck in our ways, it's like a road block
Ain't nobody that we could emulate or go watch
No one ever gave a fuck about us, it don't stop
Cuz we got nothing to do, nothing to live for
We all fkd up in this bitch, most of us piss poor
Learn as a youngin that you don't get what you wish for
And you gotta stay sharp, like the end of a pitch fork
When you live in the dark, you try to walk but you can't see
Surrounded by pitfalls, coming up as a bad seed
Learning to live off the junkies and crack fiends
And half of the young girls, just wanna be trap queens
We all stuck, trying to fill up a whole void
Generation after generation of us, with no voice
You can try to get rid of it, but there really is no point
Whatever it is is in us, so call me a Broke Boy

You got vices, you know we got dope boy
What you need, know we got it on the low boy
But no matter how much the money grow boy
Y'all know, I'ma always be a Broke Boy
Live your life dangling from a rope boy
Cuz we coming from the land of no hope boy
But whatever, cuz wherever that I go boy
Lord knows, that I'll always be a Broke Boy

Cuz even though we fkd up, we always go hard
But we ain't got no direction, so we don't go far
Unless we headed to prison, the shit is so dark
And they must be waiting for me to set it, because there's no bar
But that's ok, cuz Cyrus about to change that
When I put PEMBROKE in big letters across the dang map
I spit a flow like Berettas, and when a tank blasts
And we already to broken for us to break bad
The young hustlers put in work for the H.A.
The overlords of our world, you do what they say
We living a life full of pain, it's hard to maintain
Caught up in a storm and the rain is like an A.K.
The sound of sirens, a crimson sky is the backdrop
The scent of seduction and satan is the mascot
People devoting their fkn life to a crack rock
Only existing so they can get it and blast off
It's like we're stuck in a Nightmare
And you gotta be ready, the devil's not gonna fight fair
The smell of death and purple smoke in the night air
Where the kids might witness and overdose from a high chair
Where PTSD is the most common affliction
Coming in at a close 2nd is always addiction
It's a wonder we still grow, in these rotten conditions
Gotta climb up that hill, by sticking to your convictions

You got vices, you know we got dope boy
What you need, know we got it on the low boy
But no matter how much the money grow boy
Y'all know, I'ma always be a Broke Boy
Live your life dangling from a rope boy
Cuz we coming from the land of no hope boy
But whatever, cuz wherever that I go boy
Lord knows, that I'll always be a Broke Boy

City full of zombies, and fkn snakes too
There's not a side of this town you can escape to
They just keep dragging me down, I gotta break through
They just keep fkn with Cyrus, you gotta make due
You gotta become efficient, you gotta wise up
You gotta stick to the mission, and fkn rise up
You gotta play your position, and fkn put up with the heat
When you bake in the kitchen, you got 'em fired up
You gotta carry the torch, and get 'em all lit
You gotta win their support, and keep a strong grip
Fuck that OG status, you on some DON shit
Now everybody know you the baddest, you got a long list
Of things you got to accomplish, you gotta stand tall
Just don't put up with the nonsense, wait for the fastball
And when you see it just hit it, so fkn hard
That these people never even forget it, this is your one shot
Better get 'em pumped up with it, better give it all you got
And never get sucked up in it, until your lungs rot
And you become some spirit, you gotta keep motivating the people,
With your fkd up lyrics, you got the flow boy
You need to travel the lands, you gotta keep fighting with a passion
Giving your raps to the fans, but it's my home boy
Y'all may see a hole in the ground, but it's where I'm from motherfucker
And I'm holding it down, cuz I'm a Broke Boy

You got vices, you know we got dope boy
What you need, know we got it on the low boy
But no matter how much the money grow boy
Y'all know, I'ma always be a Broke Boy
Live your life dangling from a rope boy
Cuz we coming from the land of no hope boy
But whatever, cuz wherever that I go boy
Lord knows, that I'll always be a Broke Boy

You got vices, you know we got dope boy
What you need, know we got it on the low boy
But no matter how much the money grow boy
Y'all know, I'ma always be a Broke Boy
Live your life dangling from a rope boy
Cuz we coming from the land of no hope boy
But whatever, cuz wherever that I go boy
Lord knows, that I'll always be a Broke Boy