I Aint Goin - Dave East, Trouble

Goin' back to being broke

I had roaches in my crib God bless

Holiday season

I ain’t goin' back to being broke (not me, not me)

I ain’t goin' back to being broke (not me, not me)

I ain’t goin' back to being broke

I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c’s all in my smoke

I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat

Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor

Oh lord, I ain’t going back to being broke

Wake up, going trap was all we know

Make a couple racks, go get some more

Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke

Woke up, snatched my pistol out the couch

Niggas just robbed the connect

Get your shit, we gotta bounce

We was almost grabbing P’s

We was gettin' it by the ounce

So, I took a trip down south

We put up enough to get a house

Shit got hot and we got out

Back up top, I need a block

get cooked, just need a pot

You say you got work, I don’t need it now

I’m in a drop and I’m speedin' (skrt)

Talking police, I don’t see them now

I got the Glock for no reason (no reason)

It’s hard to tell who be scheming now

I ain’t going back to selling smoke

I ain’t going back to selling pills

Loaded weapon in my coat

Now I’m somewhere in the hills

Private jet, Givenchy clothes

Need some Fronto, I could roll

Shit, I’m counting, got me cold (ice cold)

I ain’t goin' back to being broke

I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c’s all in my smoke

I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat

Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor

Oh lord, I ain’t going back to being broke

Wake up, going trap was all we know

Make a couple racks, Holiday Season go get some more

Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke

Ayy, I bought them in the back, the slums is where I come from

Rats and roaches, Henny toasting ease the pain to keep calm

I picked up the pistol before I ever picked up a pack

Turned up by the streets then I went turned out the snakes

How deep is that, I’ma tell ya Pop was always in and out, same way as my trap, yeah

Doors swinging, niggas banging, that .40 still on my lap, don’t need your hoe

Put fan that verse in Be about your pimp

Never thought you’d see my bloods united, thugging with all these neighbours

We’re talking crips, real drip

Whenever you see Scoob, I’m talking

Will I ever go back back, what I’m used to, I was so broke

Roam at home, I had shit by my lonely on it If I was born in slave days, they had to store me, I’m so rebellious

Fuck niggas jealous, they always have been, I’ma tell you

My nigga, I’m telling you

I don’t fuck with has-beens, I save ya Young nigga save ya Anything we have been, when beef, I bring all the flame

I guess I’m trapping no failure

And when I save ya, you can ask my best friend, I’m ridin'

On, John Gotti henchmen

I was slipping, I was falling but a nigga got the fuck up Thank you god, for my hard times and God it’s all love

I ain’t goin' back to being broke

32 Entertainment

I ain’t goin' back to being broke

Comission

Lord, I ain’t goin' back to being broke

A Life Team

I ain’t goin' back to being broke

It was our pleasure

Karma 2!

Love, I swear to god this shit don’t get old

Go get them bags, nigga, haha-ha-ha