DaRealHumbleTee - No Joke

Humble Money
DaRealHumbleTee
Aye
Being broke, man, that shit ain't cool

Can't even play cool ( Naw )

Being broke was no joke, man, that shit ain't cool ( Na )
And if I don't fuck with you, I can't even play cool
In any building, I walk in on the realest in the room
She say she like how clean up, sweep her off her feet, no broom

She say she like my music, now she listenin' to all my songs
Fuck her good one time, now she can't go back home
Keep it on me nowadays, cause you never know
Everyday trap, jumpin' high just like a stove

All this money, I gotta get it, I was never ever born with it
Now I'm ballin', but back then, I ain't even have a pot to piss in
I remember way back in the days, I was sittin' there reminiscin
Thinkin' to myself, how far I came, where I'm from, nigga, it's a blessing

I thank God, ain't no more stressin', I turn all my L's into lessons
I been winnin' up in real life, I ain't with the internet flexin
Ain't no more second guessin', started from the bottom, now I'm progressin
If you got a problem with me, don't throw a Blem, nigga, just address it

Yeah, yeah, I just wanna get the money, I just want the blues
Niggas know I been gettin' money, ain't got shit to prove

I up that bankroll, don't get shit confused
Put a bag on your head, have Em' dead by noon
Bein' broke was no joke, man, that shit ain't cool
And if I don't fuck with you, I can't even play cool

In any building, I walk in, I'm the realest in the room
She say she like how clean up, sweep her off her feet, no broom
She say she like my music, now she listenin' to all my songs
Fuck her good one time, now she can't go back home

Keep it on me nowadays, cause you never know
Everyday trap jumpin', hot just like a stove
Remember days, trappin' out the bando
Posted on the block where you niggas can't go

I keep a Glock, 30 shots, extra ammo
Lookin' for the opps send shots at my rivals
Keep a bad bitch everywhere that I go
These niggas talk a lot, but never do much

You better pipe down, before you get your boo fucked
Made it off hustlin', you hopin' off good luck
Started from the bottom, like I'm doin' push-ups
Cut them hoes off, now I got my bread up

Took a little break from the game, now I'm feed up
Gotta go hard for my son, I can't let up, nah
Being broke was no joke, man, that shit ain't cool
And if I don't fuck with you, I can't even play cool

In any building, I walk in, I'm the realest in the room
She say she like how clean up, sweep her off her feet, no broom
She say she like my music, now she listenin' to all my songs
Fuck her good one time, now she can't go back home

Keep it on me nowadays, cause you never know
Everyday trap jumpin' hot just like a stove

Written by:
Terrance Roberts

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