Broke and Stupid lyrics

[Intro]

First, we're affected by what we know

When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes

That's the first thing I tell 'em

Get the information while you're here

Nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school

So get the information, being broke is bad

But being stupid is what's really bad

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

[Verse 1]

Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four

Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (Yeah)

Court evictions, landlords never show remorse

Now I'm in the building, when they greet me, they gon' hold the door (Yeah)

I never needed your acceptance, this is my destiny

I made devil's work and turned it into God's blessings

Can't knock me off the block, this is not Tetris

Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that's my assessment

They told me to be patient, but I need to flex (Woo)

I'm so famous, I could finally hit JAY-Z direct (Yeah)

I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet

I might drink Cîroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word)

Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress

Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh

I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't even rest

I don't sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner)

I ain't on no hating shit, I just want to get rich (Word)

I don't do relationships, I don't want to commit

Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain't talked to me since

And now I'm insecure, closed off, but that's hard to admit (Word)

I'm just thinking about the days you were making me jealous

Can't rain on my parade, when I'm made of umbrellas (Woo)

Fuck it, they don't phase me, I don't stay in my feelings

Thought money would change me, but it changed all my niggas (Facts)

I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling

I ain't bragging, I'm just happy I made me a million

ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant

I'm proud of niggas like HOV, he made him a billion (Yeah)

I hope I'll never go broke, tryna break through the ceilings

Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (Yeah)

This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents

Nigga, I'm breaking your spirit (Woo)

I told myself: "If I go out, then I'ma light my wrist" (Boom)

If I die today, I'm happy for the life I live (Blah, blah)

And my son is only three, he be like: "Mama rich"

Told him: "Go outside to play, just be inside by six" (Ayy)

I done made my niggas proud, ye ain't gotta love me (Good)

Give a fuck about your opinion, only God could judge me (Blah, blah)

I don't even write on paper, I just write on Tully (Woo)

I'ma hire an assistant to make her write it for me (Ayy)

This is me against the world, that's the mood I'm in (Goddamn)

Hop up out the fucking pussy like I'm new again (Woo)

I remember they was calling me a hooligan

In special education, I just might go back to school again (Woah)

Only hit it once, then I make her leave (Woo, woo)

We ain't cuddling, I need some space to breathe (Woo, woo)

If she fuck me good, I let her stay to three (Woo, woo)

No, I'm not your man, but we can make believe

Okay, you got a ass, that don't mean a thing to me

Stop acting like a brat, bitch, I ain't Jermaine Dupri (Woo)

These pussy niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' say to me

And they gon' beat me up, I told 'em that's some shit I'd pay to see (Stupid)

[Interlude]

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

Nothing much worse than that, unless you're sick

Like sick, broke and stupid

That's about as far as you can fall, unless you're ugly, right?

But surely that would be the ultimate, right?

The ultimate negative life: ugly, sick, broke and stupid

[Verse 2]

I turned my life into a movie, bitch, I think I'm Rocky (Yeah)

I can't even wear my jewelry now, they think I'm cocky (Ayy, ayy)

I know that I got myself if I ain't got nobody (Buh, buh)

Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain't got no bodies (Brat)

You gon' have to pay the price, if you get wishy washy (Woo)

This a Talladega Night, I think I'm Ricky Bobby (Bah, bah)

My advice: quit the music, get a different hobby

All you lil' niggas sound the same, just a different copy (Woah)

And I bow my head and pray for this (Woo, woo)

Yeah, I spill my guts and made a mess (Woo, woo)

Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish

Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (Yeah)

And I ball so hard, I sprain my wrist (Bah)

If I shoot it, then I ain't gon' miss

Loyal nigga, so I ain't gon' switch (Woo)

Blew my money at the strippy, it don't make no sense

Broke and stupid, shit will never be the same again

[Outro]

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid (Stupid, stupid)

• Artist:Joyner Lucas