YBN CORDAE - Broke As F**k Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album The Lost Boy(2019), released on 26 July 2019.


Vocals: Ybn Cordae ,
Producer(s): Russ Chell,,
Writer(s): Russ Chell,,

SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: C Major
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 78
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

Cm
 
Cm
Uh, yeah
Cm
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
 
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[CHORUS]
Cm
I was broke as fuck‚ down up on my ass‚ had the lowest luck
Cm
Used to ride the bike up to the store‚ I need a Rover truck
Cm
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada‚ I like Fendi too
Cm
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62

Cm
My cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Cm
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Cm
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Cm
Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh)
 
[VERSE 1]
Cm
Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time
Cm
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
Cm
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
Cm
You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom

Cm
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
Cm
Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him
Cm
Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems"
Cm
We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn

Cm
And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck
Cm
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
Cm
Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck
Cm
I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up
 
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[CHORUS]
Cm
I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
Cm
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
Cm
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
Cm
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62

Cm
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Cm
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Cm
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Cm
Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy

 
Cm
Uh-huh
Cm
(Hey)
Cm
Yeah
Cm
Woo
Cm
Uh, yeah, uh
 
[VERSE 2]
Cm
Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
Cm
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane
Cm
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
Cm
Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign

Cm
Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga
Cm
Remember days we was wearin' J's
Cm
And a gold chain, only had three figures
Cm
So fortunate, proportionate

Cm
Lost Boy, nigga, no coordinates
Cm
Remember Christmas? We was giftless
Cm
Three foot tree, no ornaments
Cm
Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it

Cm
Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it
Cm
Mama couldn't afford AAU
Cm
So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments
Cm
I remember days sippin' lemonade

Cm
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
Cm
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
Cm
I don't really have a lot of answers
Cm
I'm just searching for the same shit
Cm
Same niggas that I came with
Cm
Premonitions over reminiscing
Cm
Lam' truck how I lane switch (Ah)

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