Broke Thugs

by Racheal Dominique

Pants sagging, timberlands untied
Walking up to me asking for some doe
You gotta go
Get your own
Durag on, say you represent them bloods
Jewelry blinging, thinking you a stunna 
like them Cash Money Millionaires
But yet and still you asking me to hold something
Negro, get your own
Say you a baller and you roll with Jeezy
I can't tell cause your hand is always out
Fake playa get your own
Say you got money floating from every direction
So why you wanna take my flow
Negro, stop flauging, you broke
Got two baby mammas and work at McDonald's
That's why you always have your hand out
Negro, get your own

Broke Thugs by Racheal Dominique

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