Ab$olute_369 - F.B.B!! (Fuck Being Broke)

Yeah, bitch-ass nigga, you know what the fuck it is, absolute in this bitch
Get a bag, and get off your ass, nigga
Yeah
369 shit

Yeah
Look
I been grindin' for many years, now I see this shit clear
I been grindin' too many years, now I know our time near

Roll up some Za nigga, fill your cup to the brim
Every time we make a new song, the truth gets revealed
I been grindin' for many years, now I see this shit clear
I been grindin' too many years, now I know our time near

Roll up some Za nigga, fill your cup to the brim
Every time we make a new song, the truth gets revealed

Lost in the matrix, or trapped in a vortex
All my life, trapped in a box, bringin' more stress
Close to the edge, feelin' weary as I lose strength
I just wanna grind hard and beat my whole family
She still let me fuck, said her man sweet like candy
Tryna play fake tough, but he know he a Stanley
They can't stand me, but the flow is outstanding
Illustration, artistry, this music is my canvas
I been spazzin', boy, and this shit isn't practice
All my shit slappin', bitch, I ain't average
I fucked a bitch once, but I never ever keep her
But I keep a bad bitch, like my name Queen Latifah
Freestyle on beats as I roll up my reefer
She won't let you fuck, but I make her a eater
Red Prada boots lookin' just like a diva
3 AM, I smoke a blunt and turn into a creature

Voices talkin' to me and I know I'm fuckin' evil
Sometimes I feel like I'm gettin' closer to the reaper
I need 10 bands if you say you need a feature
They call me workaholic, I know I'm a overachiever
You don't feed your family, we can never be equal
I get that work off and distribute it with my peoples
Niggas always disappear, but never when they need you
I seen a fiend overdose, tryna feel his arm with his needle
Free Big Black, till they open them gates and they free him
My flow's like Greece, starin' at the coliseums

Get lost in amazement, as your brain works like a film
Shorty starin' at me, sayin' she wanna fuck again
He said he got the packs, like nigga run em in
I taste the orange juice and I mix it with the gin

Flow too dope, I don't even need a pen
And fuck a friend nigga, I need More Benjamins

Written by:
Matthew Clark

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