Текст песни Last Year Being Broke - Kemba

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Man, this gon' be my last year being broke
No lie, no joke
I know, I know I said that shit a million times before
But boy, look how I've grown
Ain't nobody call my phone
I did this on my own

Even Diddy started running errands, pushing papers
I made a fool of you haters, made friends with a few of your favorites
I wouldn't say that I'm famous
This shit is due in the making
I had a few reservations, but now
Man, this gon' be my last year being broke
I need that, vamanos
Now every artist's album, I'll be on them fuckin' liner notes
These royalties fit for royalty, I'm King Jaffe Jo'
Watch how all these niggas jocking
Watch how all these shorties watching
All these restaurants on comp now
Ain't no way I can pronounce this
All these cheeses queso blanco, fuckin' brie and asiago
I can't tell the fuckin' difference, there's like 40 fuckin' options
But it's poppin', nigga, ooh
This gon' be the last year my niggas starving
You need your fruit organic, we got different problems
I see coppers every morning, I'm a living target
They could kill me and just switch departments
Man, I've I been couch to couch hopping since the first of the month
Tryna think of resolutions while we circle this blunt
Tryna use this EBT to buy a burger deluxe
Luckily my local akhi come in firm in the clutch
Here, buy yourself something
This gon' be my last year being broke
That's a promise, I'll be prominent
Polly like a politician, bonding with Obama and them
Bound to push the button, bugging Flex to drop a bomb on this
They thought I was stupid just 'cause I ain't get no college in
Shorties playing Cupid with more collagen than Kylie Jen'
You can hear me speaking from the pit, this shit is bottomless
You thought I was powerless, I had that shit bottled in
Now I'm 'bout to body shit
This gon' be the last year my fam ain't ballin'
I hear them cameras callin', I'm on your campus often
I'm out at South by Southwest, I'm the man in Austin
The man in Texas, this been manifested
I'm that answer and the man in question
This that jam, this a jamming session
Dodging death with both hands, bitch, I'm ambidextrous
I walk right up to the mirror and say: damn, I'm destined
But damn, I'm restless

This gotta be my last year being broke
No lie, no joke
I know, I know I said that shit a million times before
But boy, look how I've grown
Ain't nobody call my phone
I did this on my own

Hard to make a plan to make it out when you don't know shit
We come from low income, don't nobody own shit
That's why it's crazy when they see us with our own shit
Drive our own course
And steer our own ships
That's some dope shit
That's me giving you some game,
That's some grown shit
Niggas claim my ceiling's low,
I would fold on some clothes shit
Now I'm on the roof on some Cole shit,
That's some cold shit

Man, this gon' be my last year being broke
This gon' be my last year being broke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga