[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Yeah
Broke within
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of 10
Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear
Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blastin'
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
I grew up a fuckin' screw up
You sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, countin' the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up
And do not need new love
My lifestyle determine my death style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, fleezus christ in the flesh
Hope these mosh pits don't lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence
Yeah
Broke within
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of 10
Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)
Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear
Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blastin'
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
I grew up a fuckin' screw up
You sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, countin' the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up
And do not need new love
My lifestyle determine my death style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, fleezus christ in the flesh
Hope these mosh pits don't lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence
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