Broke talk

He got demons and he can’t even see em

They takin a hold of his soul his body his feelings He lookin in the mirror prayin for a way to beat them

Hopin one day his karma don’t come back to meet him

He praying that his soul don’t feel the hole burning in his chest

Finger on the trigger Ka pow

he lookin for blessings

He hurtin and he know it

he don’t give 2 fuccs and it’s showin

Broke pockets don’t talk

Broke niggas keep walkin

You couldn’t match me with a book

If you were on fire

You still too much

He filled to the brim with anger and it’s spillin over

Hyped dreams big things

Pipe dreams no rings

He shootin flakes in a flurry

Cookin up Steph but he ain’t Curry

Her waist thick and it’s curvy

She a boss he don’t even know it

She callin the shots while she blowin