Broke

I wake up early in the morning, I spill a little liquor for my niggas that's missin

I need a spiritual healer, so Jesus please listen to my heart as it's givin' you the

Permission to enter Through every dimension I'm fearin' heaven

Forgets him Every block that I walk, niggas plotting to

Get him So I just walk with God in my vision and speak

With intensive intention My partners is either dead or in prison or

Headed towards that same direction I pray for em, remember all them days when

I would've sprayed for em Would've caught a case for em

But if them tables turn, would they do the same or will I watch my bridges burn

It's a dirty game, some niggas never learn until it's late