The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cinnamon raisin toast on the side of my cheese eggs
Dividends raised in close to my side but still need bread
Too lazy to f*ck so me and the b*tch 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 n*gga you just an OG loc that stole my rhymes
Attract figures just like I shoulda
How I make up lines it's that simple n*gga
Hard to reach like a back pimple without assistance
All about my business with 3 fat b*tches bagging prescriptions
To not run out of pack quicker I gotta spliff it
Until they know that I'm that n*gga
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 n*gga benjamins
Best interest is to belittle the people that keep 'em in this sh*t
I'd rather die with my 6 figures than live like a b*tch n*gga
Send over your b*tch 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 n*gga just pay attention (the sh*t they don't like to mention?) consists
With the sole benefit of corporate influenced incentive
They disconnected all n*ggas about darker and lighter pigment
When there's no difference and each and every one of us still ain't get sh*t
[Hook]
Rich or broke you still a n*gga, n*gga
But even so no more living broke b*tch we getting richer
f*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right b*tch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished
Rich or broke you still a n*gga, n*gga
But even so no more living broke b*tch we getting richer
f*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right b*tch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished

[Verse 2]
Check my resemblance to them black gods n*gga
Check how the fields my ancestors picked cotton in big as my backyard n*gga
Hey how a n*gga get his black card picture? The white kid asked
Without a laugh as he reciting rap bar lyrics
Ay whats 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 n*gga
My description is n*ggaism
Whether Lebron or the coach Shut the f*ck 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

[Hook]
Rich or broke you still a n*gga, n*gga
But even so no more living broke b*tch we getting richer
f*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right b*tch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain't finished
Rich or broke you still a n*gga, n*gga
But even so no more living broke b*tch we getting richer
f*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right b*tch we been imprisoned and the sentence in't finished