Die poor

Lyrics: blimey dog Music: blimey dog I always end up tryin', it just doesn't work It's crazy how my closest brothers left me in the dirt These man will say they spittin' bars, but that shit all rehearsed And all the struggle I went through, I thought I'm born with curse And I'm just tryna make this money, tryna fill my purse I had to put myself in second to put others first It made me selfish man, this poetry, this spoken word It's blimeydog and I'm so passionate bout all my work And I'm not finna stop the rappin' till I'm in the grave I only touch the microphone when I start goin' sane It feels like I will never go while everybody changed They say they bring you up and then they throw it in your face And they repay all your support with them, just throwin' shade And if I blow up, don't know how I'll cope with all the fame It's blimeydog and I been on my own shit in my own lane I really need my people, need my brothers, why we change? Bitch, so why the fvck you think I grind for? 'Cause I was born broke and I ain't tryna die poor I finna make it out, so why the fvck I'm cryin' for? The fvckin' scene is dry, it's lookin' like an eyesore I'm finna fvck up the whole scene And I know a couple hoes that said they love me then they leave In a couple years, I know that I'll be livin' out my dream Couple man that hated me before they askin' out for feats