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

Rap, r&b, male vocals