Исполнитель: Cordae (YBN Cordae)

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Песня: Broke as F*ck
[Intro:]
Uh, yeah!
Daytrip took it to ten! (Hey)

[Chorus:]
I was broke as f*ck‚ down up on my ass‚ had the lowest luck,
Used to ride the bike up to the store‚ I need a Rover truck,
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada‚ I like Fendi too,
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62,
My cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not,
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot,
Post-traumatic stress is buildin' up, you niggas so dramatic,
f*ck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it. (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1:]
Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time,
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind,
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don,
You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom.
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral,
Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him,
Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems",
We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn.
And I said, “Mothaf*ck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck!”
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck,
Need a new Lam', no sedan, f*ck a Hummer truck!
I'm aimin' for the top, I'm steady climbin', f*ck a runner-up!

[Chorus:]
I was broke as f*ck‚ down up on my ass‚ had the lowest luck,
Used to ride the bike up to the store‚ I need a Rover truck,
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada‚ I like Fendi too,
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62,
My cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not,
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot,
Post-traumatic stress is buildin' up, you niggas so dramatic,
f*ck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy!

Uh-huh!
(Hey)
Yeah!

[Verse 2:]
Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame,
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, f*ck an airplane,
Order Bossa Nova, eatin' plantains.
Presidential Rollie, f*ck a campaign,
Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga,
Remember days we was wearin' J's,
And a gold chain, only had three figures.
So fortunate, proportionate,
Lost boy, nigga, no coordinates.
Remember Christmas? We was giftless,
Three foot tree, no ornaments.
Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it,
Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it,
Mama couldn't afford AAU,
So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments.
I remember days sippin' lemonade,
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid,
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers,
I don't really have a lot of answers,
I'm just searching for the same shit,
Same niggas that I came with,
Premonitions over reminiscin',
Lam' truck how I lane switch. (Ah)

Перевод песни:
Денег ни х**

[Вступление:]
Угу!
"Дэйтрип" сделали на десяточку! (Эй) 1

[Припев:]
Денег не было ни х**, я вообще на мели и удача на нуле,
Ездил в магазин на велике вместо джипа "Ровер",
Мне бы легковушку "Бентли", да, я буду в "Прада", "Фенди" тоже ничего,..... [открыть перевод]

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