Rics Rumble - I'm Broke lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Rics Rumble] They say talent doesn't pay, but image gets you famous, ignoran*s That's an ignorant a**hole if you explain it I'm tired of painting pictures for n***as that took the pages Always looking at the image, try reading the illustrations (I mean) "I know the game is dumbed down" says Fiasco It's a Fiasco like the [?] When the d**h of one who speaking had you leaving through the backdoor When this hip-hop sh** here is hotter than tabasco Man I'm wacko, out of my mind, like I sold my brain Cause before I sell my soul, I go back and sell c**aine Seventeen's the block, I know exactly where to go, my man A hundred dollar double up, a bubble up in [?] The mc's that came nowadays, like overdose on Novocaine Cause I don't really feel this, man, I don't even know the name Which the type to take a pic and crop into a broken frame Show em' how to stack this weed, I rock it til' it's over, man [Hook] x2 This hip-hop game's no joke Every time I hop up on the stage I'm broke Got no money in my pocket but there's something in my cup Got a dollar in my wallet but I'm smoking on a blunt, it just doesn't add up [Verse 2: Rics Rumble] I got my lights in here, there be no fights in here Cause all my hip-hop-heads came to get enlightened here Everyone is excited here, I really think I like it here Cause even though the place packed, it's just me and the mic in here Zoned out, diggin' my knock and I rip a poem out I ain't got to watch my back because I'm home now I could close my eyes and rock it, rock it to my own sound I heard they pop on cloud now, but I'm rocking on my own cloud Doors are closed but Imma' unlock it on my own now I ain't got to go mainstream, I got my crowd And it's thug life for life, ready for showdown Track a four pound would throw down if it goes now And that's the way it goes now, and the way before Doing this is worse, so what they worth? What you would pay me for? Ever since a baby I've been struggling, I'm crazy for a reason So don't ask me why they call me Rics Rumble, man [Hook] x2 This hip-hop game's no joke Every time I hop up on the stage I'm broke Got no money in my pocket but there's something in my cup Got a dollar in my wallet but I'm smoking on a blunt, it just doesn't add up [Verse 3: Rics Rumble] Ok Money is currency, currency is confidence I contemplate the consciousness to turn around and conquer it Is hard to keep a clear head when you're always getting compliments Never on the defence always on the opposite Which means above the mic core so why do they even try for If it nice for [?] this is hip hop, what I die for Man I work hard, better try more I'm a true dogg, what you lie for? I'm a weird twist, I'm a lyricist, ventriloquist, decide boy Open up your eyes more, see what you been missing Bench press every step, you just seen what we've been lifting I took a step back from selling crack and cooking in the kitchen I got seven brothers/sisters so believe me I've been itching Thank god I got an outlet, and I haven't been out yet Cause I should have been dead years ago behind the outlet (for real) I want to out let a scream, I am not out yet Cause that's not how I get it out, I do it with my [?] [Hook] x2 This hip-hop game's no joke Every time I hop up on the stage I'm broke Got no money in my pocket but there's something in my cup Got a dollar in my wallet but I'm smoking on a blunt, it just doesn't add up