Dirty Broke Boys

4TS shit
Uh

Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping shit, don’t feel it
Most of these niggas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out of trench (No, trench)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, crazy part is how I’m missing (How)

They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can’t tell me shit about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, shit get hot rеally
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimes my heart еmptyin’, uh

Ain’t no TikToks, I just want music to speak for itself
I lost my wristwatch on tour, fucked out the hotels
Ain’t no [?] on my boys but shit on that shelf
Ignore these, represent on tours, get hit, shit gon’ melt
Don’t need no steppers when alone, I step on myself
Callin’ risk up on the phone, write checks for the debts
Go check for me now, they left for me back
All that rappin’ take it, look what he did for himself
Fuck them nigags, lil bro spinning, give everyone bell
Go to war with all city, don’t need no in hell
Seven-six for the shell, choppa’ hit him, he fell
We gon’ pop up at your door, we gon’ deliver it now

They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can’t tell me shit about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, shit get hot really
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimes my heart emptyin’, uh

(Like fuck that rap shit, fuck these rap niggas, fuck these rap flaws, rap labels
All that shit, nigga, don’t give a fuck about you until you dead or in jail
You bow to them, nigga, face [?] ain’t no real life for these niggas)

Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
([?] TikTok is lame ass, nigga)
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh
(F**k TikTok)
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
(What I say, nigga?)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping shit, don’t feel it
Most of these niggas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out of trench (No, trench)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, it’s crazy how I’m missing (How)

Man, 4TS f**k wit’ me
Said, “F**k ’em, f**k that Rolls Royce too”