Dead Broke (Dub Plate)

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​billy woods - Rap, Underground Rap

Dead Broke (Dub Plate)

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[Verse:] Another one smokes the dust Another one smokes the dust Another one smokes the dust Sixteen bars is a jail cell, I'd rather acapell in hell Who cares if it don't sell, that's why I got a scale It's that real, places to go, weed to deal Five hundred an ounce, that's a steal Hook a crook, one way or another Every nigga ain't my brother Every girl I sex ain't my lover Sent wood to your mother, fat like Sally Struthers I can't believe it's not butter, iron out the wrinkles My eye got that twinkle, producers playing Rip Van Winkle I told you, no sleep til Brooklin, no phone calls for central booking Fifty percent crime, he's all shooken Avoid the noid, domino effect, started out for respect Then elects anonymous sex, yeah ok I could use the jet And a nigga just to light my cigarette, very good Jeeves A&Rs got long tricks and short sleeves, complimentary sweets Get Rod Stewart to do my beats, and say I'm soul street With made-for-TV rap sheets, stayed chilling with police Brag about my heat, sales weak so you searching for beef And once shots fly, guess you copping a plea That's dead broke, to rap star in thirty motherfucking bars

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Credits

Writers
  • ​billy woods
  • Bond (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment)