Broken (feat. Scarface)

Broken - Freddie Gibbs/Scarface

Yeah Allah the merciful the beneficent

Curse over blessing pray it be heaven sent

Forgive me my dirty deeds was desperate

F**k the government I got my own deficit

Death to me the only thing that's definite

Money rule the world

But when you dead that sh*t's irrelevant

Fingers numb from coka selling

No vote but out for presidents

Granny found my d**e

I told her I would stop for selling it

Ni**a please -- she knew

I was lying before I even spoke it

Empty promises left them all broken

She said ''Jamel

I can tell your perspective out of focus

You too obsessed with the liquor

B**ches and w**d smoking''

A young ni**a that's been thugging since the old days

Promise I've done seen everything but old age

Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways

Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase

Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase

Promise I've done seen everything but old age

Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam

Can't see eye to eye with my old man

Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag

We both despise the police

But he wore the same badge

And as I child I admired that now I wonder how

He was a pig but you was barely making 20 thou

I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds

A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now

And I'm a crook and you crooked

That's all we got in common

He chucked the deuce to my mama

So much for family bonding

But how could something

So destined to be just get demolished

Running through groupies and boppers

I guess I got it honest

And honestly I know I'm out here f**king up

Seven grams of rock I stuff them in my nuts

And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough

Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush

Seven days a week I'm living in a rush

Seven grams of rock I stuff them in my nuts

And the money was the root to what the evil is

It's mandatory for me to live

I hustle harder than the next dude

Remember everybody is out to get you

Niggas don't respect to live and let live

So I pack a 40 caliber cause that's how sh*t is

Out here no fear f**k feelings

Trigger man rule that's the art of drug dealing

I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling

No new friends don't wanna talk about old business

Sex on the beach sipping Guinness

With a b**ch so thick she can't take no dick

Imagine working grave-yard shifts

Bossman steady talking that sh*t

A million a day is for minimum wage

Work a ni**a like a slave till he put him in his grave

Frail moments same page

Seven days a week I'm living in a rush

Seven grams of rock I stuff them in my nuts