Sick Of Being Broke lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Emanny)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

My homie said what up, I told him dawg I can't call it

Digging into my pocket, ain't got a dollar in my wallet

Got me drinking this vodka till I fall like an alcoholic

I'm so sick of being broke I'm ready to vomit on the carpet

I tried to find a job to avoid the thought of hurling

But ever single person treating me worse than Donald Sterling

Lying to my face, they said they ain't have no more positions

Then hired the dude behind me because he had a different pigment

I'm sick of being broke, man, fuck a piece of ass

See my mother needs some cash, nigga my bucket needs some gas

My homies pushing dope, it's so tough for me to ask

For some help I had to, they finally fuck with me at last

Told me they had some work they needed a nigga to Tennessee

And if I get it there I'm getting a G off every key

Penitentiary chances, y'all know how that work

I'm driving to Tennessee rocking dockers and a church shirt

[KXNG CROOKED (Emanny):]

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man, a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options, at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

(I'm not asking for everything

I don't need much, I don't need much

I'm just tired of struggling

So sick now, I'm sick of being broke)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

My homie said what up, I told him dawg I can't call it

Hundreds in my pocket dollars all in my Prada wallet

The way I'm popping bottles y'all would think I was alcoholic

Woozy on the club couch, ready to vomit on they carpet

I reminisce when I was on the block without a cent

Digging into my pocket all a nigga got was cotton lint

Telling my conscience I'm still honest because I pay my mama's rent

This hustle never lasts forever, I still got some common sense

Yeah, I'm getting money, but the walls are closing in

Homies getting busted doing their time up in the pen

Other homies can't be trusted dropping dimes on they friends

I'm wondering if I'm next while I recline in my Benz

So man rainy days, but this paper made it sunny

At the Staples watching the Lakers hanging with a gang of hunnies

And now that I'm making money haters wanna take it from me

Paranoid I know them boys watching, man, I ain't a dummy

I'm just sick of being broke

[KXNG CROOKED (Emanny):]

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man, a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options, at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

(I'm not asking for everything

I don't need much, I don't need much

I'm just tired of struggling

So sick now, I'm sick of being broke)