Broken Homes

Blasian on the track, boy

We coming from broken homes

My *****s still smoking cones

And ******* knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T

I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)

I **** her with the Rolex on (Rolex on)

Yeah

The price too low, we ain’t pulling up to that show (Nah)

I'm repping for the O, the CEO,

And I got the shooters on go (Yeah)

I made a type of money I ain't seen before

Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law

It’s 4 AM, I might creep some more

Bad little *****, she gon' freak some more

Yeah, yeah, uh

The bottom ain't a place for me

I'm running to the money impatiently

In a room full of *****s you would hate to meet (Yeah)

All I ever did is wait patiently

But that was never getting none done for me

We strapped on the body like dungarees

She wanna **** the kid and make love with me

The zone still lit, and you know the throne still lit, ayy

You smoking one spliff, I'm smoking one zip

I tell 'em *****s get it how you live, yeah

You're looking at your wrist, and you ain't got a crib

I tell them *****s get it how you live, yeah

We’re buying more bricks, we’re buying more sticks

They told me I should get it how I live

We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)

My *****s still smoking cones (Smoking cones)

And ******* knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T

I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones)

I **** her with the Rolex on

Brown sugar, I was just rolling stones (Rolling stones)

Heron Preston long black coat (Yeah)

****** in my pores (Yeah)

I was in an all black cab with a bad b

She had to ask if this is Fake Taxi

Need to take this kilo home (Yeah, kilo home)

Nokia, all my phones (Yeah)

Still stressed, got a broken dome (Dome)

Bought a ting just to match my clothes

No face, no case, straight ace

Wimbledon Rolex on (Rolex on)

Nafe could’ve hit her with the ice on deck

No Riz gotta bill it with Smallz (Bill it with Smallz)

No, *****, I don't answer your calls (No no)

Broken homes and it wasn't my fault (Yeah)

Got some bags in a bag in the vault

Got some dude from Swiss on my coat (On my coat)

This ain't no joke

Jugg on my own

Got me a house on the road

I’m real and it's all in my bone (Bone)

Broken homes but I didn't fold (I didn't fold)

I got me some cash and it doesn't fold

I smoke me a zip, I sign out from the world (Yeah, yeah)

We coming from broken homes (Broken homes)

My *****s still smoking cones (Smoking cones)

And ******* knowing all the songs (All the songs)

The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones)

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T

I be in the coldest zones

I **** her with the Rolex on

I **** her with the Rolex on (Yeah)

I **** her to all of my songs (Yeah)

I put a chandelier in my home (Yeah)

I'm hopping on a Lear and I'm gone (I'm gone)

I **** her like a dog need a bone (A bone)

And my thirty-pointer chokers all rose (All rose)

Now I spend a hundred thousand on clothes (On clothes)

Fashion week, I did a video for Vogue (Yeah)

Ask around, I been off the porch (I been off the porch)

Her ass fat and her hair real long (Hair real long)

Skinny ***** and I'm smokin' on the narcs (On narcs)

Run 4 and I get in my zone (Get in my zone)

In the kitchen, had to cook it with a fork (With a fork)

Life's changed now my car is a Porsche (Is a Porsche)

And that ***** dripping harder then ya boy (Yeah)

So now my *****s have a party with ya whore (Party with ya whore)

Hit the club and pop a bottle with ya boy (Bottle with ya boy)

We got money, gotta let these ******* know (Let these bithces know)

Paint a picture, got a A+ in art (A+ in art)

In MIA with the top out the car (Top out the car)

Want a star, so I iced out the star (Iced out the star)

**** the cops, we don't live by the law (Live by the law)

He a *****, I been rich with a saw (With a saw)

You lil *****s don't know what I saw (Don't know what I saw)

We coming from broken homes

My *****s still smoking cones

And ******* knowing all the songs

The Rollie need frozen stones

And we be trapping on them phones like BT

And she ain't ever phoning home like E.T

I be in the coldest zones

I **** her with the Rolex on