FUGGIT 10 MINUTE SONG! Lyrics ISSBROKIE
You could dre-, you could dre-, you could dre-
You could dress like you rich, but we know you broke inside
Everybody crashin’ out, these rappers don’t know how to drive
On yo’ phone fo’ like nine hours every day, ***, go outside
Rappers pull forward, almost died, should’ve pulled up five
Relapse, go to rehab
People think it’s cool to be a piece of ***, I see that
Postin’ every day for validation ’cause you need that
Beggin’ for attention, ain’t that *** hurtin’ yo’ kneecaps?
Beggin’ for attention, yeah, that hatin’ *** contagious
Spreadin’ like it’s syphilis
Everyday the same ***, you movin’ just like Sisyphus
Push it, push it, you mistakin’ harmony and dissonance
Metamorphosis, it’s time to pop outta the chrysalis
Tryna eat the caterpillar, ***, I turn the butterfly
They act like I’m stupid, yeah, I know you are, but what am I?
Only thing that’s worse than wastin’ all yo’ time is wastin’ mine
Go and get yo’ bread, mothafucker, why you chasin’ mine?
Actin’ like a poppa wit’ yo’ hand out, you are [?]
You cannot take none of this *** wit’ you when yo’ ass die
Do not hit my line with that whining, acting asinine
Baby mothafucker, you could cry, you get pacified
You the typa MC that all my niggas saddle ride
You could stomach *** that homie don’t metabolize
Tryna live a lifestyle that rockstars romanticize
Pop a perc and go to sleep, ***, you can fantasize
Yeah, yuh, why you talkin’ like a God? You are not
Me and Darkie in the spot with a car-sized Glock
***, I crash out, I’m not distraught, you are none of the opps
BB belt across my ***, rhinestones, real rocks
IPhone full of guap, I can’t care about no cause
If yo’ bro on my block, then he gon’ stare down that gat
Say he roll with a chop, cool, I bear mine a lot
I don’t wanna hear you talk, ***, yo’ hairline is chopped
Bald shawty got no cash around my body, only credit
Don’t mean brokie money, I mean writer’s money, when I said it
Me and Karma function, come and *** with us, we take yo’ debit
Bend yo’ ***, she unprotected, ***, I’m eating up they lettuce like I’m losin’ weight
Only losin’ fakes, no mistakes
Born an accident, but happy like I’m Bob Ross in the paint
Shout out Jay, shout out $oulbomb, that’s the homie from the gang
***, I’m rich as ***, the sculpture of my face is on my gate
Most the underground, they hate me on my page and ***
I don’t blame ’em, I just wish that they would mean the *** they say
Hardest *** out the Bay, we get money every day
Except for the days we don’t, sike, lil’ ***, we gettin’ paid
JK, JK, ***, I’m broke, matter of fact it’s in the name
I’m the hardest *** alive, been that way since second grade
***, I slap you with .9, put yo’ canine in a grave
Yo’ *** been barkin’ on my line, that lil’ *** cannot be saved
(That’s a really *** up line)
Yeah, yeah
(Fony Wallace ***)
New York city, listen to me. If you’re near a convenience store right now, any type of 24-hour store, go into the store right now and put your hand in the cash register for no reason
(Doomshop motherfucka’)
Lil’ rat like Dot, ***, I do not stop
I got, like, two albums in my stock, why y’all do not drop?
Every single song I got a bop, ***, I do not flop
Heard you droppin’ merch up on yo’ shop, that we do not cop
You the type to let us *** yo’ ***, while you sit and watch
You the type to *** yourself in awe at the *** I got
Scream rappers hate me ’cause I’m hot, they be on my ***
Like they *** pop out every stop, just to give us top
Rapper talk on me then he get dropped, from this lambo, bruh
So much water on me, ***, the droplets be fallin’ off
All these rappers droppin’ mid ***, that’s why they fallin’ off
That’s why you still sellin’ old merch on yo’ Depop
That’s why you still sellin’ old shirts you and me dropped
That’s why you still tellin’ yo’ homies that you need guap
*** a Top G, tell yo’ *** to give a G Top
Payin’ fifty bucks for Discord, bruh, you need God, seek Jah
Yeah, hurtin’ for some money, mad, ’cause they givin’ me some bread
I be workin’ hard, makin’ moves, while you sleep in bed
Rappers poppin’ pills, like some idiots that end up dead
***, you ain’t ahead of me, yo’ *** wanna give me some head
Why you sellin’ reposts? ***, it’s 2024
20 shows sold out and I still got, like, 20 more
Hate on this *** all you want, yo’ favorite rapper love me more than dummies leavin’ comments on voice chat on Discord
Rappers get on stage and you can’t even tell what they’re sayin’
That’s how you can tell an MC from someone cosplayin’ (Yeah)
Shut the *** up, little ***, I am not playin’
If the show is whack, best believe I am not stayin’ (Yeah)
Me and Brokie in the Uber, we just split a joint
Do not waste my time, like I’m *** you, get to the point
I be eatin’ Sweetwater wings when I’m in Detroit
I be eatin’ barbecue at Smokey D’s in the morning
I know why they hate on me, it must be ’cause they stuck at home, broke, actin’ down bad
Someone needa get a red nose for yo’ clown ass
Walkin’ down the block, sippin’ Mickey’s out a brown bag
Walkin’ with chop and I turn him into Swiss cheese (Brrr)
Yeah, you are irrelevant, ***, please
Everything I do, yeah, you know I do it with ease
Turnin’ up, like, every night in all these different cities (Yeah)
Yo, I want you to know, if you heard that Discord sound effect and you actually checked Discord, then you should jump off a *** cliff (Heh, Darkie)
Wait, *** I-, *** I-, *** I flex like Queen Elizabeth
New tiara on my head, I be on my villain ***
Y’all be linkin’ with the feds, all you rappers spillin’ ***
Pack exotic, got me sped, I can’t do arithmetic
You get stabbed in yo’ head if you talk a little ***
All my raps been ahead, ever since a little kid
Hella racks in my bag, ***, I’m countin’ dividends
Talk wrong and you dead, ain’t jokin’ a little bit
Geekin’ off of the meds, I be poppin’ Ritalin
My homegirl doin’ ***, shawty always sniffin’ ***
I want problems, I say bet, rip him out his whippit *** (Yuh)
The trap metal cast too angry for the *** I make
I’m tryna have a good day, get *** and get paid
I don’t want put no one in graves with *** that I say
But you should *** yourself if you think I’m in your way
‘Cause I ain’t movin’ out the game for none of you lames
Darkie just told me I’m the hardest *** outside the game
Big computer in my lair, I feel like I’m Lane
Yo’ *** riding balls through the air, she lookin’ like Aang
I got a really good relationship with Johnny Dang
If I had a penny, every chain, I’d fill up a lake
Rappin’ KARMA, that’s the name, ’cause none of ’em fake
Most you rappers folded for a *** that’s still in a grade
Brokie said she wanna make a song, I said, “Make it 10 minutes”
My *** very long, like the cheque, it got 10 digits
I might make a milly on the paper with my pen fidget
I remember droppin’ songs and gettin’, like, 10 listens
Ho, we up now, I just put my soul on the track, spill my guts out
You got weak bars, like a prison that can’t hold ***
I feel like it doing laundry, how the choppa fold ***
And they told me they never seen the function get so lit
I would still be ballin’ on you *** niggas with no ***
If I was a ***, I just know I would be so thick
Carryin’ the game, they see me, they say, “Bro is so ripped” (Heh)
Okay, Darkie, so, for this next-, for this next verse-
Yeah?
Let’s uh, let’s flex on them melodically
Okay, Brokie
Let’s just sing on they ass, we lit
Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yah, most these hoes, they be on my ***
All these rappers mad that I ain’t broke, they be on my ***
Scandal gon’ make an oppa body fold, so it’s on my stick
Matter of fact I got myself a pole, it’s gon’ *** yo’ ***
She like that my *** long, it’s a row, it’s like 20 inches
Most these rappers talk like this, ha, but they silly ***
Got no *** on my phone, you can’t get my digits
Just ’cause I’m a girl, they think I’m a ho, no ***, I’m really winning
Just because I’m Brokie don’t mean broke, really, I got riches
All these groupies wanna take a pic, I’m like, “Shawty, listen”
“I ain’t taking pictures with no groupie ho, get out my business”
But if she wan’ suck up on this ***, we gon’ get to business
Yeah, woah, woah, I hit yo’ *** in my show again, he got a problem, he not finna show again, yeah
He wanna fade, wanna go again, security kick him out in the cold again
I get money mostly, you ain’t ever gon’ catch me broke again
*** on lil’ bro’s beat, but your music is garbage, don’t come to my show again
How I’m sipping Codeine, make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
I’m hitting that *** til’ my nose bleed, I might *** around and ***
And I gotta go ’cause this song like 10 minutes long (Brokie)
And I gotta go ’cause this song like 10 minutes long, so I’ma keep quick
They don’t wanna see us up, they don’t wanna see us win, turn us into villains
But we goin’ up so fast, my feet leavin’ the ground, we breakin’ the ceiling
And we doin’ so damn good, we got the opps so mad, ***, cry me a river
*** I’m in your neighborhood, I do a show then get sushi for dinner
Used to get so ***, felt like I was gonna die
So when I told her I was sober, it made my momma cry
And I been killin’ it with my gang, I do what I desire
I travel around the planet, workin’ with people I admire
So I don’t really give a *** what you think, they sayin’ my name when I walk in the bank
You hop in Honda and that *** your ride, I hop in the top of a mothafuckin’ tank
Rappers be under your *** so much like they ***, then shoot in the blanket
Hop off of my ***, you ain’t got permission, I want the love, all you do is hating
***, I been hitting the stage, back in the day the only thing I hit was a bong
And I really like it when shawty body look good when she wearing nothing but a ***
How I’m sipping Codeine, make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
No, ***, we not homies, you don’t know me, better [?]
And I gotta go ’cause this song like 10 minutes long