Bright Campa - Broke Dayz lyrics

John Savage all day!
I remember the time I sit
Around wondering who I was
Nowadays, I still do the same
Okay, wondering if she is the one
However, she don't fuck with broke niggas
So I press on, keeping it going on
I'm moving on, I'm moving on!

Broke days, relying on payday
Get the check
Then get a tat right by my face
92, get the clue
Boo hoo, I'd changed
I'm tired of being a lame
I'm a savage with a good soul
Offer more than I accept aye

Sometimes I wish things would change
On the path to achieve happiness
Old school rap, always a fan of it
I can't listen to myself speak in rhymes
About the tide dye to pour in my eyes
It's a meaning, now I'm leaving
I'm taking a year off to come back harder
That's my theme song to dream on
Wait till the days when I
Rap like a smooth wave
I'm nonchalant with my voice
Cause I ain't no joke
I'm not lying when I say I be on my own
Hoping one day, my pockets will grow

Whoa, I don't be on no mumble shit
I can't ride with thotties
So just give me a sloppy
Then kick out the door
I will never be your poppy
Lucky, when I'm this old
18 years of fighting on my own
I met my clone, back home
Had to show 'em the indication
I'm not a lover
No more, I'm a powerful spirit
If anyone tries to get to my head
Then I'm gonna be upset
Offset, like Yeezy off the meds
I was told I am crazy
For praising the dark lords
Now I'm a soloist, re-writing a new song

Call my phone, cause you a sad man
You can't be apart of my clan
You was never placed last, damn
No one cares about you
But who cares about the news
I suppose you, when you come by
Smoking through the pain
Nothing ever changed
But my mindset, my heart still boils
When the pope, fetch me the rope
Niggas on their knees, just to please
A figure, of imagination
Let's talk about it
Looking like you lost your mind fam
Got damn, I can't go on and on
About why police so fucking dumb
Knowledge is power
And the money will overcome it
Don't believe me, just watch the crew
Of the new school
Then turn it back to the 90s
80s, if you want a fresh start
70s, during the times of roller
Skates in the drive-by

Broke days, relying on payday
Get the check
Then get a tat right by my face
92, get the clue
Boo hoo, I'd changed
I'm tired of being a lame
I'm a savage with a good soul
Offer more than I accept aye