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ybs skola - never going broke lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
i swear
king midas
yeah

[verse 1]
i told vick, that moe keep havin’ faith (my n-gga)
that’s on ceddy, you gettin’ a wraith (on ceddy)
if y’all know i ain’t involved in a case (b-tches)
why the f-ck is y’all all in my place? (in my sh-t)
got gps right on my leg (tuh)
see the folks and they follow my trail (i see ’em)
man them people don’t want me to win (they don’t)
’cause they really tryna send me to jail (so f-ck ’em)
they tryna say we a gang and slingin’ them things
and all that i hang with is criminals (so what?)
i gotta run up my bands and put on my mans
i ain’t wasting my time on subliminals (yeah, that way)
you know keepin’ it true, that’s my speciality
i come from the trenches, got stripes like a referee (i do)
and i can go back to the hood and try chop up that work
’cause i still got the recipe (like that)
where i come from it’s so treacherous
shinner chain on me, it’s hittin’, you ain’t touchin’ this (like that)
checkerboard mountains and checkerboard sneakers
i put louis v on my chest (you dig?)
ride in these trenches, i’m stayin’ alert
i treat the churches like chess (you dig?)
he might got a bag but ain’t got no swag
who taught them dudes how to dress? (haha)

[chorus]
i don’t wanna go broke, my whole family strugglin’
i can’t never go broke ’cause i came from nothin’
i don’t wanna go broke, every day i’m hustlin’
i can’t never go broke, i gotta make me somethin’
i can’t never go broke, i can’t never go broke
i can’t never go broke, my whole family strugglin’
i don’t wanna go broke, i don’t wanna go broke
i don’t wanna go broke, i gotta make me somethin’

[verse 2]
look, i’m givin’ ’em hope, i ain’t sellin’ ’em c0ke
all of this ice, i’ma need me a boat
i can’t complain, i’m stayin’ afloat
most of my friends, they can’t even vote
most of my friends, they can’t leave the couch
or they can’t get no job so they slangin’ that weight
jobs ain’t lettin’ me leave
they stop me from feedin’ my family and goin’ out of state
so i’m just puttin’ that work in
stayin’ low-key, but the money up
tryna find somethin’ to invest in
thought ’bout buyin’ me a dump truck
gotta think ’bout longevity, i ain’t goin’ back broke
i grind hard for my family, with my heart and soul
had the money up way too long
sh-t done turned into the mildew
catch you anywhere in my stash
n-gga f-ck ’round, gon’ k!ll you
wherever i’m at, i get mad love
when i step in the club, run the tab up
broke boy, you don’t even know me
why you all in my face? n-gga, back up

- ybs skola lyrics

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