Broke on Sunset - Caskey

I’d never be Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

Tryna beef with everybody on the internet, feelin' shameless

I’d rather be broke on Sunset

Than in a Hollywood hotel, bein' famous

And be somebody that I ain’t

Man, I gotta flee from the dank, man, this whole rap shit fake

I’m tryna keep this shit authentic

But it’s hard, it ain’t turnin' out great

I’d never be Kanye, put my ego to the side

Let the work ethic be the only entree

I’m tryna do sold out shows, the game made me an outcast

Man, I’m feelin' like André, I keep it 3000

Faith of a man move mountains

I ain’t propel out of public housin'

But I seen a whole lot of struggle

Cut me in half, I made double, cut me in half

I’d never undermine my achievements

Say peace to my demons and pull out my piece to police 'em

I gotta go beastin'

Last year I made strides, but I’m tryna be more than just decent

And free somebody

Have your damn fans say, «You really motivatin' me to be somebody»

So I can’t sell out on the fuck shit

Y’all still lyin' to your own self, I don’t trust shit

I been the same man from the jump

Y’all thought the plan been sunk

Because I had change in the sound

But I can still be profound

Y’all brains are the only thing shrunk

Man, I hustle like Nipsey, yeah

I was nine years old, still knew the half ounce one fifty

Y’all tell a bunch of fake ass drug deal stories

Tryna come off motherfuckin' risky

And that shit miss me, yeah

I ain’t in a big band, but I rock out

All them fake shots gettin' blocked out

You the police, always motherfuckin' copped out

Babe Ruth, I’m pointin' at the back of the fence

I already know it’s comin' when it popped out

You don’t wanna get to work, ain’t no clock out

You ain’t Mayweather, this a motherfuckin' knock out

I’d never be —

I’d never turn to the police, I’d rather do thirty

You tellin' on your homeboys surely

That’s hoe shit, I guess that’s why your whole shit girly

And I ain’t sip dirty

Y’all rap about lean too much

That slurred out bullshit cloudin' up the scene too much

I’m on a dirt bike, bein' too clutch, comin' through with a…

Yeah, bitch, I gotta change shit, whoa

Can’t rock out with all this fake shit, yeah

Y’all was on that pop shit, yeah

Talk shit, you don’t pop shit, shit, shit

Man, I gotta change shit, hey

Can’t rock out with all this fake shit, yeah

Y’all still on that pop shit, yeah

Talk shit, you don’t pop shit, shit, shit

Over the millennia, the voice became so whole-pervasive that it took over

people’s sense of identity.

Whereas, for a long time, probably, after the

arriving of thinking, humans still had a sense of rootedness in being — the

natural sense of rootedness in the depths of their being