YKOM
We Was Broke
[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that shit no more
My n***as see me and I give 'em hope
Then get some more

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I was fucked up, and it was somethin'
I was broke, get my bucks up
I ain't stuck up, I lay low, had to change shit
Living dangerous
On the low, had to pick it up
Had to switch it up like the flow
'Bout my business, suit and tie wit' a bow on some other shit
The rap game was slow, used to have to walk a couple miles
Just thought you should know
Got a V12 engine, got the petal to the floor
Used to have to make a pallet, used to sleep right on the floor
I want the finer things in life, I wanna buy the whole store
Had that metal sittin' close, that's the only way we know
Straight to the money, that's the only way we go

[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that shit no more
My n***as see me, and I give 'm hope
Then get some more
[Verse 2: YKOM]
Got 'em all watchin' what I do
For days I used to chill up in the kitchen with the tool
And I had nothing to prove, when the clock went off, hit snooze
Classroom turnt, they say, "YKOM, you gon' make the news"
Smokin' roaches, was the brokest
I used to sell it on the floors
Hide it in my coat
Heard that lil bitch don't want me, now she dope
Love to choke shit
I was gettin money, got me here with my bros
Boss up, couple hundred thousand to get the crew right
I just killed the summer, drop that shit that make 'em move, right
I know this, yeah, I know this
Way too focused to stop this
Them other rappers be some jokers, I know this

[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that shit no more
My n***as see me, and I give 'm hope
Then get some more

[Verse 3: Henry AZ]
I was broke, same fuckers peepin' at my bank account
Sellin' weed, ridin' bikes, it's like I ran a paper route
No one from my town that make music ever made it out
So all them hundreds that I'm stuffin' in my bag, never take 'em out
I used to sleep on couches, but this year I had to upgrade
Now it's 6 albums, with the music, got enough made
'Member all them nights that I was sleepin' on the carpet
And the only gifts were from the layaway or Target
I just got so sick of all the nights we were hungry
Starin' at a bag of chips, and thinkin' that this life ain't for me
Then lookin in the mirror, thinkin', AZ, you got no brain
This money shit will fuck you up, that's rest in piece to Cobain
[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke--