LYRIC
The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart Lyrics by $ilkMoney, from the album “G.T.F.O.M.D: There’s Not Enough Room for All You Motha fuckas to Be on It Like This“, music has been produced by Kahlil Blu, and The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart song lyrics are penned down by $ilkMoney.
The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart Lyrics
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 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 ni**a you just an OG loc that stole my rhymes
Attract figures just like I shoulda
How I make up lines it’s that simple ni**a
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 ni**a
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 ni**a 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 ni**a
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 ni**a just pay attention (the shit they don’t like to mention?) consists
With the sole benefit of corporate influenced incentive
They disconnected all ni**as 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 ni**a, ni**a
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
F*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck 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 ni**a, ni**a
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
F*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck 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 ni**a
Check how the fields my ancestors picked cotton in big as my backyard ni**a
Hey how a ni**a 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 ni**a
My description is Ni**aism
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
Rich or broke you still a ni**a, ni**a
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
F*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck 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 ni**a, ni**a
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
F*ck a religion f*ck a scripture f*ck that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is right bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence in’t finished
SONG INFO:
Song: The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart
Artist: $ilkMoney
Album: G.T.F.O.M.D: There’s Not Enough Room for All You Motha fuckas to Be on It Like This (2019)
Music: Kahlil Blu
Lyrics: $ilkMoney
