Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Allen Shutt
Songwriter
Lyrics
What's worse Broke on ya ass
Down on ya last
Ain't got no job ain't got no work
The rent backed up
The bills stacked up
Sucks can you tell me what's worse
Being locked up being them bars scarred
When everything you touched cursed
Ya eyes all red ya loved one dead
Or be the one riding in back of that hearse
Broke on ya ass
Down on ya last
Ain't got no job ain't got no work
The rent backed up
The bills sacked up
Sucks can you tell me what's worse
Being locked up being them bars scarred
When everything you touched cursed
Ya eyes all reds ya loved one dead
Or be the one riding in back if that hearse
You cheat on ya girl and she leave you
Or you cheat on ya girl and she cheat back
Riding round through the city with the seat back
Four tires and our if four of three flat
Put the drink down dawg you don't need dat
He quit drinking every day but he relapsed
Plug say he got a deal but he still tax
Said me tryina lose weight but he eat snacks
Exercise
Errbody in the room write ya problems down throw it in a hat
Pass the hat around the room till the hat fill up and get fat
And when the hat comes back around take a problem out and read dat
And if you read somebody else's problem you gone probably want you problem
Back back back back in the days
When my momma paved me a way
She would do anything in this world for her child
and that was not up for debate Me and Breezy Beane ate so go so go
Talkin chicken n steaks
N every time I wanna Go and get clean she would take me to get me a fade
But flash right back to the present
My momma livin in heaven
And my bitch made daddy wasted so many years how many 11
If the hit man had him right here
In tears I would let him
Lord please forgive me for my sins again I need me a reverend
Wait go
Rose gold wrist watch I don't need
Beat that beat up and then I leave
Which wolf inside you gone feed
Goin so dumb like I can't read
Goin so hard on this instrumental
Hellcat hell naw it ain't no rental
AR fifteen detrimental
To any foreign or domestic threat
To turn his brains into super Sonic idiotic
Brain effected diss connected overloaded candy coated
Mush balls
Clip stand about a foot tall
Shell casings hoppin out the side arm like he fumbling a football
I started rappin
After I snapped they reacted like
Good God
What's worse Broke on ya ass
Down on ya last
Ain't got no job ain't got no work
The rent backed up
The bills stacked up
Sucks can you tell me what's worse
Being locked up being them bars scarred
When everything you touched cursed
Ya eyes all red ya loved one dead
Or be the one riding in back of that hearse
Broke on ya ass
Down on ya last
Ain't got no job ain't got no work
The rent backed up
The bills sacked up
Sucks can you tell me what's worse
Being locked up being them bars scarred
When everything you touched cursed
Ya eyes all reds ya loved one dead
Or be the one riding in back if that hearse
Writer(s): Anthony Shutt
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