Want Me Broke

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356 Baby Rico

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All I want is money but they want me to be broke
Staying to myself but they keep asking for smoke
It's Mr. Smoke
Then they all begin to choke
Then they all begin to choke
All I want is money but they want me to be broke
Staying to myself but they keep asking for smoke
But they all begin to choke
They keep asking for the smoke
We might light one at your funeral
All they do is talk on me but I ain't never heard of you
A fake gangsta, fake playa, not a go getter
He a whole bitch, telling business, he'll fold with him
Let me catch him by himself, he won't even know what hit him
let these bullets fill him up
I'ma tax him for that dinner
Lord forgive me, I'm a sinner
But I'm still gon' be a winner
Heard somebody caught me lacking, that's crazy, I don't remember
Every time my opps see me, they start actin' like Helen Keller
Fell in love with touchin' paper, they see me, I'm doin' better
I don't f*ck with that sneak dissing, come direct or stay tender
I been cuttin' people, got my heart all colder than December
All my brothers rollin' heavy, movin' steady, always ready
Grew a bitch out of the mud, the pigs still couldn't catch me
3 deep, Ed, Edd and Eddy, too real, don't know too many
Ain't friendly, cause that shit deadly, if any, try that's the ending
I dream for the life of spending, gotta find a way, no dead end
Follow through is my intention, find a bag and then go get it
And I stay strapped with a cannon, this bitch gonna have you dancin
Heard me and then he vanished quick, you don't want to smoke this it's cancerous
I don't talk about no beef, I got alphabetic vision
I don't talk about what I see, and once they see me playin' D
They gon' run from the heat, I got homies in the E
Grindin' so that we could eat, got me a new weapon
This shit heavy, I'm bout to go nuts
All my brothers by my side, and when it's war we bound to bust
Stick you up, gon' blick you up, that's why they gotta hide some us
Like Pac, boy we hit em' up
Oh, that's your homie, go pick him up
That boy's dead, y'all can't come back from that, and that's what you did
He would've been alive right now, but you gave him that hit
He faced the consequence, now I'ma go to the grave, piss where his body is
They keep askin' for the smoke, we might light one at your funeral
All they do is talk on me, but I ain't never heard of ya
A fake gangsta, fake playa, not a go-getter
He a whole bitch, telling business, he'll fold with him
Let me catch him by himself, he won't even know what had hit him n
Let these bullets fill him up, I'ma tax him for that dinner
Lord, forgive me, I'm a sinner, but I'm still gon' be a winner
Heard somebody call me lacking, that's crazy, I don't remember
All I want is money but they want me to be broke
Staying to myself, but they keep askin' for smoke
Then they all begin to choke
Then they all begin to choke
On god

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