Last Year Being Broke - Kemba

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke

No lie, no joke

I know, I know I said that shit a million times before

But boy, look how I’ve grown, ain’t nobody call my phone

I did this on my own

Even Diddy started runnin' errands, pushin' papers

I made a fool of you haters, made friends with a few of your favorites

I wouldn’t say that I’m famous

This shit is due in the makin', I had a few reservations, but now…

Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke

I need that, vamanos

Now every artist’s album, I’ll be on them fuckin' liner notes

These royalties fit for royalty, I’m King Jaffe Jo'

Watch how all these niggas jockin', watch how all these shorties watchin'

All these restaurants on comp now, ain’t no way I can pronounce this

All these cheeses queso blanco, fuckin' brie and asiago

I can’t tell the fuckin' difference, there’s like 40 fuckin' options

But it’s poppin', nigga, ooh

This gon' be the last year my niggas starvin'

You need your fruit organic, we got different problems

I see coppers every mornin', I’m a livin' target

They could kill me and just switch departments

Man, I’ve I been couch to couch hoppin' since the first of the month

Tryna think of resolutions while we circle this blunt

Tryna use this EBT to buy a burger deluxe

Luckily my local akhi come in firm in the clutch

Here, buy yourself somethin', this gon' be my last year bein' broke

That’s a promise, I’ll be prominent

Polly like a politician, bondin' with Obama and them

Bound to push the button, buggin' Flex to drop a bomb on this

They thought I was stupid just 'cause I ain’t get no college in

Shorties playin' Cupid with more collagen than Kylie Jen'

You can hear me speakin' from the pit, this shit is bottomless

You thought I was powerless, I had that shit bottled in

Now I’m 'bout to body shit

This gon' be the last year my fam ain’t ballin'

I hear them cameras callin', I’m on your campus often

I’m out at South by Southwest, I’m the man in Austin

The man in Texas, this been manifested

I’m that answer and the man in question

This that jam, this a jammin' session

Dodgin' death with both hands, bitch, I’m ambidextrous

I walk right up to the mirror and say, «Damn, I’m destined»

But damn, I’m restless

This gotta be my last year bein' broke

No lie, no joke

I know, I know I said that shit a million times before

But boy, look how I’ve grown, ain’t nobody call my phone

I did this on my own

Hard to make a plan to make it out when you don’t know shit

We come from low income, don’t nobody own shit

That’s why it’s crazy when they see us with our own shit

Drive our own course, and steer our own ships

That’s some dope shit

That’s me givin' you some game, that’s some grown shit

Niggas claim my ceiling’s low, I would fold on some clothes shit

Now I’m on the roof on some Cole shit, that’s some cold shit

Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke

This gon' be my last year bein' broke

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga