Misfit

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I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
 Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
 Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
 So fuck that clique shit, gotta burn that bridge quick (Still imma misfit)
 I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
 Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
 Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
 So fuck that clique shit, yeah
 Mind ya damn business, I ain't listening
 Some shit's better left unsaid
 I just left 20 texts unread, damn I'm
 Getting so tired of the unrest, feels like
 Everyone's alive but I'm undead
 Unfed I want bread done not a crumb left
 Front less, if ya need green you should come beg
 I'm the son of a God I'm the one the blessed
 I'm the don giving nods to these young threats
 Go abroad fuck a broad in a sundress
 Money launder to wash all the funds coming in
 Couple cents in a tin to a penthouse
 Want it all and a Benz I can lend out
 Sedatives, need a xan put my head down
 So repetitive, being branded the best out
 Generous with the bands giving M's out
 Boutta turn a friend to a Stan get that Em clout
 Maybe you don't know my name
 Play me I'll shoulder the wave, holster the pain
 Heart can get colder than Maine
 Part of me's overly vein, going insane
 Hardly controlling my train of thought
 Heart and soul they done changed, patrolling my space
 It's taking a toll I can't pay, draining the bank boutta raid every safe
 I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
 Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
 Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
 So fuck that clique shit, gotta burn that bridge quick (Still imma misfit)
 I ain't broke I ain't rich yet
 Banking on a fast cash flow so consistent
 Still such a misfit, still I'm a misfit, yeah
 So fuck that clique shit, yeah
 Mind ya damn business, I ain't listening
 Been off track, my mind loafing
 Won't, get all wack and die hopeless
 I'm a misfit, Brian's prone to
 Hide emotions, come thru finest doses
 Sleep deprived I lie with eyelids open
 Got no time for joking, Ibuprofen
 All inside my body try to cope with
 Those who smoke 'em down, to tiny roaches, uh
 Me I mean fiends, been up for so long that I just day dream
 About the same things, I feel the pain when I hear the AK rrrring,
 Kill or be killed, the realer you feel, the faker you are
 Just gimme the bills, a nigga with skills
 I wanna runaway and get me a mil, a millie fr
 Spinning the wheel, I'm silly you feel, but running the field, yeah
 Who am I, just a guy, with a lot on my mind
 Trying to survive thru the night, ooo
 Wonder why I act so crazy, but you stay with me baby
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
2
Tempo
125 BPM

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