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scrilla vic - broke as a joke lyrics

gettin’ paid. gettin’ paid. it’s all about payday man.
these days a brother like v is well paid, but back then is when…

i wish i could say money, money, money, money on
but it was money, money, money gone
a goldfinger with the midas touch
but my fort knox went bust and i was on the double dutch
groovin’ down the street – my pockets musta sprung a leak
and any offer made i couldn’t turn the other cheek
my outlook was blea – a day later and a dollar short
oh lord! sportin’ kicks i couldn’t afford
chaching! that’s a sound that i hadn’t heard back then
i wished my ends were meetin’ like a mother
but the dividends weren’t my friends, it seems they wanted sweet revenge
for how i used up all they partners, so i’ll get it in the end
yo, friend or foe? i don’t know
was i the only latin that ain’t won that lotto sh-t yet though?
no cash. my present future aint like my past
but the fact is those greenbacks were kickin’ my -ss.

green seems to come between everything
and i was broke as a motherf’n joke.
green seems to come between everything
and i was broke as a motherf’n joke.
green seems to come between everything
and i was broke as a motherf’n joke.
green seems to come between everything
and i was broke as a motherf’n joke.

material possessions are f’n up perceptions
better lessons learned than pockets overturned
i was workin’ towards a lucrative career but the buck steered clear
and i was livin’ out my greatest of fears
unemployment lines started lookin’ fine
and see a penny pick it up was only savin’ for a dime
searchin’ for a way to get paid like everlast
but everlasting loot seemed farthest from my grasp
workin’ on my studies – i had to put in work
workin’ for a couple crumbs and feelin’ like a jerk
i ran out of savings and looked at my pops
for a loan thinkin’ to myself i’d never pay him off
w-ssup to doe – no cash, but flow
he was in it with me like neighbors on death row
rappin’ real fast about the tax that won’t relax
so f those greenbacks they can all kiss my -ss.

these days in the rap world all you hear about is gettin’ paid.
i got this ride or that whip or that chick
i was straight up broke before i got paid.
and there’s no one out that can tell me otherwise.
man, you need to get up off your -ss and get to workin’
put in work somewhere and get paid.
cuz bein’ broke as a joke is no picnic, man.
and i ain’t no captain save’em.

- scrilla vic lyrics

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