Correction Lyrics Last Year Being Broke by Kemba

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke
No lie, no joke
I know, I know I said that shit a million times before
But boy, look how I've grown, ain't nobody call my phone
I did this on my own

Even Diddy started runnin' errands, pushin' papers
I made a fool of you haters, made friends with a few of your favorites
I wouldn't say that I'm famous
This shit is due in the makin', I had a few reservations, but now...
Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke
I need that, vamanos
Now every artist's album, I'll be on them f*ckin' liner notes
These royalties fit for royalty, I'm King Jaffe Jo'
Watch how all these niggas jockin', watch how all these shorties watchin'
All these restaurants on comp now, ain't no way I can pronounce this
All these cheeses queso blanco, f*ckin' brie and asiago
I can't tell the f*ckin' difference, there's like 40 f*ckin' options
But it's poppin', nigga, ooh
This gon' be the last year my niggas starvin'
You need your fruit organic, we got different problems
I see coppers every mornin', I'm a livin' target
They could kill me and just switch departments
Man, I've I been couch to couch hoppin' since the first of the month
Tryna think of resolutions while we circle this blunt
Tryna use this EBT to buy a burger deluxe
Luckily my local akhi come in firm in the clutch
Here, buy yourself somethin', this gon' be my last year bein' broke
That's a promise, I'll be prominent
Polly like a politician, bondin' with Obama and them
Bound to push the button, buggin' Flex to drop a bomb on this
They thought I was stupid just 'cause I ain't get no college in
Shorties playin' Cupid with more collagen than Kylie Jen'
You can hear me speakin' from the pit, this shit is bottomless
You thought I was powerless, I had that shit bottled in
Now I'm 'bout to body shit
This gon' be the last year my fam ain't ballin'
I hear them cameras callin', I'm on your campus often
I'm out at South by Southwest, I'm the man in Austin
The man in Texas, this been manifested
I'm that answer and the man in question
This that jam, this a jammin' session
Dodgin' death with both hands, bitch, I'm ambidextrous
I walk right up to the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm destined"
But damn, I'm restless

This gotta be my last year bein' broke
No lie, no joke
I know, I know I said that shit a million times before
But boy, look how I've grown, ain't nobody call my phone
I did this on my own

Hard to make a plan to make it out when you don't know shit
We come from low income, don't nobody own shit
That's why it's crazy when they see us with our own shit
Drive our own course, and steer our own ships
That's some dope shit
That's me givin' you some game, that's some grown shit
Niggas claim my ceiling's low, I would fold on some clothes shit
Now I'm on the roof on some Cole shit, that's some cold shit

Man, this gon' be my last year bein' broke
This gon' be my last year bein' broke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga

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