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Broke Boy Video (MV)




Performed By: 3foot
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Keefie Johnson




3foot - Broke Boy Lyrics




Yeah my pockets on E
Lord Im stressing
She depending on me
Every other night
Make sure my daughter gon eat
When im down bad
Make it hard for me to sleep
Yea its hard for me to sleep
So I went and got a job
Got my first check
Hit the hood and copped soft
Stood in the bethel
Til I got the shit off
Grab my baby food
Count my profits at the house
Yea the profits at the house
Couple niggas reached out
Hit my cash app
Sent a couple bucks
And told me nigga bounce back
Aye true shit
Man I love you for that
And if I make it
Imma double it back
I refuse to be broke
Imma have to sell dope
Cause jobs aint hiring
And my baby needs clothes
Might mask up
Then I hit bruh
Pull up on a opt
And tell a nigga give it up
I don't wanna go there
But the streets aint fair
But if I get mines
Don't nobody else care no
I don't wanna be a broke boy
So with music
Bet i'm coming at ya throat boy
The streets love me
So I do it for my folks boy
I cant cave
Still gotta lot of hope boy
Before the lord close the door boy
I refuse to be
No I don't wanna be

No I don't wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I don't wanna be
No I refuse to be
No i don't wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I refuse to be
No I dont wanna be
No I dont wanna be a broke boy

Aye man I gotta get my hustle on
Cause all my older cousins
Always known to hustle strong
Aye they be looking at me
Shawty what the f*ck you on
You need to go and get some money
Leave them hoes alone
You got a seed
Shawty you what she depending on
You rap fi
But need money to take care of home
Record lables
Aint putting niggas on
By day serve tables
Clock out sell zones
But then my head boss say he smell strong
But he just hating
I aint front him
He was dead wrong
So I shot birds
As I head home
I call rock
And tell bruh to get the microphone
I need to chill
Make a plan and get my mind blown
Aye shawty this is real life
Im what getting out the motherf*ckin
Mud feels like
No matter where you at
Shawty you can get right
Change ya whole life
Like in one damn night
Shidd but for some it takes longer
The struggling and the pain,
Only makes you stronger
Yeah
The adversity was
Fueling all my hunger
So still I grind for my folks boy
Andee and my homeboy Cole boy
They did things
That you wouldnt even know boy
Cause they didn't want me to be
A mothetf*ckin broke boy

No I dont wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I dont wanna be
No I refuse to be
No i dont wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I refuse to be
No I dont wanna be
No I dont wanna be a broke boy
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Yeah my pockets on E
Lord Im stressing
She depending on me
Every other night
Make sure my daughter gon eat
When im down bad
Make it hard for me to sleep
Yea its hard for me to sleep
So I went and got a job
Got my first check
Hit the hood and copped soft
Stood in the bethel
Til I got the shit off
Grab my baby food
Count my profits at the house
Yea the profits at the house
Couple niggas reached out
Hit my cash app
Sent a couple bucks
And told me nigga bounce back
Aye true shit
Man I love you for that
And if I make it
Imma double it back
I refuse to be broke
Imma have to sell dope
Cause jobs aint hiring
And my baby needs clothes
Might mask up
Then I hit bruh
Pull up on a opt
And tell a nigga give it up
I don't wanna go there
But the streets aint fair
But if I get mines
Don't nobody else care no
I don't wanna be a broke boy
So with music
Bet i'm coming at ya throat boy
The streets love me
So I do it for my folks boy
I cant cave
Still gotta lot of hope boy
Before the lord close the door boy
I refuse to be
No I don't wanna be

No I don't wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I don't wanna be
No I refuse to be
No i don't wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I refuse to be
No I dont wanna be
No I dont wanna be a broke boy

Aye man I gotta get my hustle on
Cause all my older cousins
Always known to hustle strong
Aye they be looking at me
Shawty what the f*ck you on
You need to go and get some money
Leave them hoes alone
You got a seed
Shawty you what she depending on
You rap fi
But need money to take care of home
Record lables
Aint putting niggas on
By day serve tables
Clock out sell zones
But then my head boss say he smell strong
But he just hating
I aint front him
He was dead wrong
So I shot birds
As I head home
I call rock
And tell bruh to get the microphone
I need to chill
Make a plan and get my mind blown
Aye shawty this is real life
Im what getting out the motherf*ckin
Mud feels like
No matter where you at
Shawty you can get right
Change ya whole life
Like in one damn night
Shidd but for some it takes longer
The struggling and the pain,
Only makes you stronger
Yeah
The adversity was
Fueling all my hunger
So still I grind for my folks boy
Andee and my homeboy Cole boy
They did things
That you wouldnt even know boy
Cause they didn't want me to be
A mothetf*ckin broke boy

No I dont wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I dont wanna be
No I refuse to be
No i dont wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I refuse to be
No I dont wanna be
No I dont wanna be a broke boy
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Writer: Keefie Johnson
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