Scorey – Dirty Broke Boys Lyrics
Dirty Broke Boys Lyrics by Scorey
4TS sh!t
Uh
Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping sh!t, don’t feel it
Most of these niqqas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these B!tches only looking for a ticket out of trench (No, trench)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, crazy part is how I’m missing (How)
They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can’t tell me sh!t about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, sh!t get hot really
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimes my heart emptyin’, uh
Ain’t no TikToks, I just want music to speak for itself
I lost my wristwatch on tour, fvcked out the hotels
Ain’t no [?] on my boys but sh!t on that shelf
Ignore these, represent on tours, get hit, sh!t gon’ melt
Don’t need no steppers when alone, I step on myself
Callin’ risk up on the phone, write checks for the debts
Go check for me now, they left for me back
All that rappin’ take it, look what he did for himself
fvck them nigags, lil bro spinning, give everyone bell
Go to war with all city, don’t need no in hell
Seven-six for the shell, choppa’ hit him, he fell
We gon’ pop up at your door, we gon’ deliver it now
They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can’t tell me sh!t about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, sh!t get hot really
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimes my heart emptyin’, uh
(Like fvck that rap sh!t, fvck these rap niqqas, fvck these rap flaws, rap labels
All that sh!t, niqqa, don’t give a fvck about you until you dead or in jail
You bow to them, niqqa, face [?] ain’t no real life for these niqqas)
Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
([?] TikTok is lame a$$, niqqa)
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh
(fvck TikTok)
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
(What I say, niqqa?)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping sh!t, don’t feel it
Most of these niqqas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these B!tches only looking for a ticket out of trench (No, trench)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, it’s crazy how I’m missing (How)
Man, 4TS fvck wit’ me
Said, “fvck ’em, fvck that Rolls Royce too”