The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart - $ILKMONEY

Cinnamon raisin toast on the side of my cheese eggs

Dividends raised in close to my side but still need bread

Too lazy to fuck so me and the bitch just agreed head

Betrayed me as puff with a 112 I keep weed fed

Turned 4 quarters to overtime

Long as she holding mine

I turned 4 more quarters to Kobe Bryant

Gave her a 56 and then told her to keep a open mind

My mouth I was refusing to open mine

Ain’t speak the code defined

Because me and my bro just spoke in sign

Look officer the dope is mine

I did the crime so I’m truly unopposed to do my time

Rap nigga you just an OG loc that stole my rhymes

Attract figures just like I shoulda

How I make up lines it’s that simple nigga

Hard to reach like a back pimple without assistance

All about my business with 3 fat bitches bagging prescriptions

To not run out of pack quicker I gotta spliff it

Until they know that I’m that nigga

Lyrically gifted at Waffle House in a Gucci Suit and my Burberry noose

They donated 100 to Trump so Donald must be the truth

I swear it seem like the businesses that make millions of nigga benjamins

Best interest is to belittle the people that keep 'em in this shit

I’d rather die with my 6 figures than live like a bitch nigga

Send over your bitch so she could meet the Fockas like Ben Stiller

Wish for some bricks to show Mr Crocker that gods been with us

In the back after she ajaxed the kitchen and done the dishes

My nigga just pay attention (the shit they don’t like to mention?) consists

With the sole benefit of corporate influenced incentive

They disconnected all niggas about darker and lighter pigment

When there’s no difference and each and every one of us still ain’t get shit

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga

But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer

Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching

Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence

ain’t finished

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga

But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer

Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching

Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence

ain’t finished

Check my resemblance to them black gods nigga

Check how the fields my ancestors picked cotton in big as my backyard nigga

Hey how a nigga get his black card picture?

The white kid asked

Without a laugh as he reciting rap bar lyrics

Ay what’s the ticket on that Mac all 'xtended With thunder grippin

(On a cap?) to get an all black business to get at my children

1 in a million within a system that’s built against us

But at the beginning middle and end of every day you still a nigga

My description is Niggaism

Whether Lebron or the coach Shut the fuck up and dribble

Sometimes I feel I can’t express all that is we been through

But even white people struggle like Malcolm in the Middle

But it’s that simple

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga

But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer

Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching

Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence

ain’t finished

Rich or broke you still a nigga, nigga

But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer

Fuck a religion fuck a scripture fuck that penny pinching

Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence

in’t finished