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twisted black - broke street lyrics

[chorus: sielio]
don’t you wanna go?
where the cash don’t sleep and all the players got hustler dough
don’t you wanna roll?
’til the tank’s on e or ’til you see the street lights come on
tell me how you wanna live?
so fly, so clean, can’t see my paper gettin’ low
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, i gets no sleep
’cause i’m a keep grindin’ ’til the mornin’ comes

[verse 1: hogg]
this how the day begins (’gins), hustlin’ and stackin’ ends (ends)
same thang yesterday, tomorrow same thang again (‘gain)
blow then on the hen’ (hen’), but won’t fold or bend (bend)
hold dust as men, stay strong, we must feed our kids (kids)
and be there for our children, yeah, true, wе need some healin’ (healin’)
thеy say just rap ’bout dope, s+x, and a lotta k!llin’ (k!llin’)
but see, we spit what we know (know), and plus the stomachs be feelin’ (feelin’)
so you won’t catch me chillin’ (chillin’), but you catch me on my grind, bruh
money on mind, bruh, won’t waste no time, bruh
hogg first in line, bruh, chasin’ my shine, bruh
creep up behind ya, and i’m in my groove (groove)
i’m ’bout to make my move (move), hustlin’, scratchin’ for food (food)
and i’m driven on ambition, prayer, and a little faith (faith)
and yeah, we draped in sin, for this money we chase (chase)
and yeah, i say it’s prayer (prayer), but it’s also a little hope (hope)
’cause twisted said it best (best), “hustle or go broke”
[chorus: sielio]
don’t you wanna go?
where the cash don’t sleep and all the players got hustler dough
don’t you wanna roll?
’til the tank’s on e or ’til you see the street lights come on
tell me how you wanna live?
so fly, so clean, can’t see my paper gettin’ low
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, i gets no sleep
’cause i’m a keep grindin’ ’til the mornin’ comes

[verse 2: thump]
i see my name in lights (lights), plenty sleepless nights (nights)
also restless days (hey), can’t escape this maze
and when i figure out, how to take this rock
another road block, and then i go to chillin’, i (and then i go to chillin’, i)
can’t forget about (about), the grind i’m on (on)
enlistin’ soldiers, tommy tucker, signin’ on (huh!)
like i’m broke, but i can’t break, i’m a player, but i won’t hate
it was written and it’s just faith, i was sent to do somethin’ great (amen)
it’s gon’ take just a lil’ more pushin’ (a little more)
it’s gon’ take just a lil’ more cushion, for these bumps, bruises, and scratches (yeah)
but the thumper, ain’t losin’ no matches
’cause i’m in it ten toes deep, ’til my heart no longer beats
don’t have me packin’ your pockets for the paper ya heard (for the paper ya heard)
pops told me, “be patient, boy, wait your turn”
but a deadly combination, is ambition and hope
’cause in the back of my mind, antic+p+tion for dough
[chorus: sielio]
don’t you wanna go?
where the cash don’t sleep and all the players got hustler dough
don’t you wanna roll?
’til the tank’s on e or ’til you see the street lights come on
tell me how you wanna live?
so fly, so clean, can’t see my paper gettin’ low
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, i gets no sleep
’cause i’m a keep grindin’ ’til the mornin’ comes

[verse 3: twisted black]
y’all forgive me if it seem like my sh+t don’t stink (like my sh+t don’t stink)
it ain’t got nothin’ to do with this ice white mink (with this ice white mink)
or this rose gold fad that i brought to the funk (that i brought to the funk)
or these bricks and the duct tape i got in my trunk (that i got in my trunk)
but i done been broke and bounced back in three years flat (three years flat)
turned from a street n+gga into twisted black, who is that?
sh+t, i really tryna figure myself (figure myself)
all i know is homie comin’ and he gunnin’ for shelves (and i’m gunnin’ for shelf)
i done posted up dirty trappin’ so many nights (so many nights)
puttin’ posters on dirty’s trap, promotin’ my life
y’all forgive me if it seem like i’m bein’ a ass (i’m bein’ a ass)
stop actin’ like you ain’t used to seein’ my ass (used to seein’ my ass)
i been had cash, been up on my whip game
only thing that’s new to me is just this positive fame (uh+huh)
i done been to the bottom of the barrel and sat
broke street, i can’t go back, f+ck that (uh)
[chorus: sielio]
don’t you wanna go?
where the cash don’t sleep and all the players got hustler dough
don’t you wanna roll?
’til the tank’s on e or ’til you see the street lights come on
tell me how you wanna live?
so fly, so clean, can’t see my paper gettin’ low
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, i gets no sleep
’cause i’m a keep grindin’ ’til the mornin’ comes

[outro: sielio]
i’m a keep grindin’ ’til the mornin’ comes
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, back to broke street
’cause i ain’t tryna go back to broke street, back to broke street

- twisted black lyrics

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