It's my Shit

Ain’t rich, I’m broke, got me tryna flip that shit Pocket low, no smoke, gotta hustle, stack that quick Dreams big, funds small, tryna climb, don’t trip Feelin’ broke, so cold, but I rise, won’t quit Bills stack, too tall, every day I face that shit Phone off, rent due, landlord on my case and shit Hungry nights, cold days, prayin’ I can change that shit Feelin’ broke, so broke, but I know I’ll make that shift No chains, no ice, just pain in the night and shit Street lights, dead dreams, but I fight for my life and shit One shot, one chance, gotta dance with the dice and shit Feelin’ broke, too broke, but I’m built for the fight and shit Head up, chest strong, even when my pockets weak No cash, still bold, every day I plan and scheme Hard times, tough roads, still I see a brighter dream Feelin’ broke, not done, this is just the part between Broke now, not forever, I’ma chase that bread Dark clouds, storm weather, I’ma raise my head Big plans, big grind, gotta paint that red Feelin’ broke, but I’m ready, I’ma break that thread