Dirty Broke Boys lyrics

[Intro]
4TS sh*t
Uh

[Chorus]
Hop back in the booth for a minute, (For a minute) uh
Let me tell the truth I been missin', uh (I be missin')
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing (Reminiscing)
People tell me I been too in my feelings (My feelings)
But this rapping sh*t don't feel it, most of these n*ggas really faking for a image (f*ck all of that)
And these b*tches only looking for a ticket out the trenches (Out the trenches)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, crazy part is how I miss it (How I miss it)

[Refrain]
They say don't complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can't tell me sh*t about this life 'cause I livе it ('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars rеally, this sh*t get hard really (Hard really)
This ain't no hard feelings, sometimes my heart empty, uh

[Verse]
Ain't no TikToks, I just want the music to speak for itself (Speak for itself)
I lost my wristwatch on tour, f*ck delta hotels (f*ck)
They know wassup with all my boys, put sh*t on that shelf (Grraah)
They know these weapons ain't no toys, get hit, you gon' melt (Block, block)
Don't need no steppers when alone, I step by myself (Step by myself)
Calling hits up on that phone, write checks for his death (Checks for his death)
Go check him, he nailed, they left him, he bailed (Grraah)
All that rappin', take a look what he did for his self (Did for his self)
f*ck them n*ggas, lil bro spin and give everyone bell (Everyone bell)
Go to war with all the city, don't need no one help (Need no one help)
Seven-six for the shells (Bah), choppa hit him, he frail (Grraah)
We gon' pop up at your door, we delivering mail (Grr-rah)
[Refrain]
They so don't complain about this life, because I did it (Because I did it)
But you can't tell me sh*t about this life 'cause I live it ('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars really, this sh*t get hard really (sh*t get hard)
This ain't no hard feelings, sometimes my heart empty, uh (My heart empty)

[Bridge]
Like, f*ck this rap sh*t, f*ck these rap n*ggas, f*ck these rap blogs, rap labels, all this sh*t
n*ggas don't give a f*ck about you 'til you dead or in jail
He talented in a n*gga face the whole time, n*gga don't realize that sh*t
f*ck these n*ggas

[Chorus]
Hop back in the booth for a minute, (For a minute) uh
(Let's see who's TikTok famous, n*gga)
Let me tell the truth I been missin' (I been missin'), uh
(f*ck TikTok)
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing (Reminiscing)
(All that sh*t, n*gga)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping sh*t don't feel it, most of these n*ggas really faking for a image (f*ck all of that)
And these b*tches only looking for a ticket out the trenches (Ticket out the trenches)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, it's crazy how I miss it (How)

[Outro]
4TS f*ck my n*gga
Said "f*ck you mean, f*ck that Rolls-Royce too" (f*ck that Rolls Royce too)