We Was Broke lyrics

[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that sh*t no more
My n*ggas see me and I give 'em hope
Then get some more

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I was f*cked up, and it was somethin'
I was broke, get my bucks up
I ain't stuck up, I lay low, had to change sh*t
Living dangerous
On the low, had to pick it up
Had to switch it up like the flow
'Bout my business, suit and tie wit' a bow on some other sh*t
The rap game was slow, used to have to walk a couple miles
Just thought you should know
Got a V12 engine, got the petal to the floor
Used to have to make a pallet, used to sleep right on the floor
I want the finer things in life, I wanna buy the whole store
Had that metal sittin' close, that's the only way we know
Straight to the money, that's the only way we go

[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that sh*t no more
My n*ggas see me, and I give 'm hope
Then get some more
[Verse 2: YKOM]
Got 'em all watchin' what I do
For days I used to chill up in the kitchen with the tool
And I had nothing to prove, when the clock went off, hit snooze
Classroom turnt, they say, "YKOM, you gon' make the news"
Smokin' roaches, was the brokest
I used to sell it on the floors
Hide it in my coat
Heard that lil b*tch don't want me, now she dope
Love to choke sh*t
I was gettin money, got me here with my bros
Boss up, couple hundred thousand to get the crew right
I just killed the summer, drop that sh*t that make 'em move, right
I know this, yeah, I know this
Way too focused to stop this
Them other rappers be some jokers, I know this

[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke, used to have to sell a lot of dope
But I ain't gotta sell that sh*t no more
My n*ggas see me, and I give 'm hope
Then get some more

[Verse 3: Henry AZ]
I was broke, same f*ckers peepin' at my bank account
Sellin' weed, ridin' bikes, it's like I ran a paper route
No one from my town that make music ever made it out
So all them hundreds that I'm stuffin' in my bag, never take 'em out
I used to sleep on couches, but this year I had to upgrade
Now it's 6 albums, with the music, got enough made
'Member all them nights that I was sleepin' on the carpet
And the only gifts were from the layaway or Target
I just got so sick of all the nights we were hungry
Starin' at a bag of chips, and thinkin' that this life ain't for me
Then lookin in the mirror, thinkin', AZ, you got no brain
This money sh*t will f*ck you up, that's rest in piece to Cobain
[Chorus: Henry AZ]
We was broke--