Broke Days - Tion Wayne

Yeah, I ain’t always been a moneymaker

Had to do some fuck shit for the paper

Rollin' with my ting if they ain’t havin' it

Then I’ll stick it in a sin, like a fornicator

And, girls, I couldn’t get a piff ting

'Cause when they saw my bank cred, they were shiftin'

I had a couple ugly girls I was lipsin'

When I think about it now, it’s got me cringin'

Got kicked out my house on the normal

'Cause my mindset wasn’t normal

I had a couple friends drivin' fast whips

I was that broke dick, fuckin' with some broke chicks

What you know about moves for a set of green?

What you know about rob belt for your jeans?

What you know about hidin' out at lad' bros?

Holdin' onto someone else’s food that your dad took

Them boy’s didn’t want to tip me at all

Now they’re phonin' me to roll to my show

Got everything I grind for on my own

If you didn’t know then, now you know

I swear I used to even order pizza

I ain’t talkin' pepperoni when I’m lickin' it

No one ever tried to bring me

I used to punch up man for a pinky

I ain’t never had no hand-me-downs

Everything you see is courtesy of Tion rasclaat Wayne

You dig?

Grind for myself, niggas tryna impede on my progress

'Cause I will wrap them

They don’t know me, they don’t like me

Well, I’m gettin' mine, make sure you’re gettin' yours

Don’t worry how I live, baby

Tion ran from a bloodclaat and I ain’t, come on