Broke As Fuck
YBN Cordae Lyrics
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Daytrip took it to ten (hey)
I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (yeah, uh)
Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
Back when I told niggas I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him
Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin' "No Problems"
We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn
And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck
I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up
I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Fuck these other niggas, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ay
Uh-huh (hey)
Yeah
Woo
Uh, yeah, uh
Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign
Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga
Remember days we was wearin' J's
And a gold chain, only had three figures
So fortunate, proportionate
Lost Boy, nigga, no coordinates
Remember Christmas? We was giftless
Three foot tree, no ornaments
Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it
Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it
Mama couldn't afford AAU
So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments
I remember days sippin' lemonade
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
I don't really have a lot of answers
I'm just searching for the same shit
Same niggas that I came with
Premonitions over reminiscing
Lamb' truck how I lane switch (ah)
In YBN Cordae's song "Broke As Fuck," the rapper reflects on his past struggles and his current success. He begins by acknowledging his impoverished background, explaining that he used to ride a bike to the store while dreaming of one day being able to afford a luxury car like a Rover or a Bentley. However, his family also dealt with tragic events, including the death of his grandmother from a heart attack at a young age and the imprisonment of his brother for 25 years. These experiences have left Cordae dealing with post-traumatic stress and struggling to trust others.
Cordae then takes the listener on a journey through his memories, from his time as a baby being smacked by the doctor to his childhood days listening to music with his friends. He reflects on how people doubted him when he said he would make it, but he has defied expectations and is now enjoying the spoils of his success, including popping champagne on private jets and wearing luxury fashion brands like Prada and Fendi. Throughout the song, Cordae acknowledges the dichotomy of his life, from his humble beginnings to his current status as a successful rapper.
Overall, "Broke As Fuck" is a testament to Cordae's resilience and determination in the face of adversity. He acknowledges the challenges he has faced and the obstacles he has overcome, but he remains focused on his goals and his love of music.
Line by Line Meaning
I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
I was destitute and had hit rock bottom, my luck was at an all-time low
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
I used to go to the store on a bike, but now I want to drive a Range Rover
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
I now have enough money to buy a Bentley, and I like to wear luxury brands like Prada and Fendi
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My grandmother died of a heart attack at the young age of 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
My cousin got shot, and it made me question who I can trust
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
My brother got sentenced to 25 years in prison, which really sucks
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
I'm dealing with post-traumatic stress from all these events, and I think other people can be overly dramatic
Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time
Let me take you guys back to a time when things were less complicated
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
Imagine you're inside my mind, which I'm comparing to a vehicle or ship
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
You'll see some of my childhood memories mixed with deeper thoughts and ideas
You'll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom
You'll see my first memory of being born and the doctor smacking my butt
We was crankin' all the classics from the spring to the autumn
We were listening to all the classic songs from spring to fall
And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck
And I thought, damn, I need a good-looking girl with a perfect body
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
I wonder how I could turn a small amount of money into a million dollars, and it may have been luck that got me here
Need a new Lam', no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck
I want a Lamborghini, not a sedan or a Hummer truck
I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, fuck a runner-up
I'm aiming to be the best, and I won't settle for second place
Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
My parents were never financially stable, which is a shame
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane
But now I'm drinking champagne on a private jet, avoiding commercial planes
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
I'm ordering Brazilian food and eating plantains
Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign
I'm wearing a Presidential Rolex, and I don't need to campaign for anything
Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga
I have a group of ten people, and we're unimpeachable
Remember days we was wearin' J's
I remember wearing Jordans back in the day
And a gold chain, only had three figures
I had a gold chain, but I only had a few hundred dollars
So fortunate, proportionate
I'm lucky and successful in proportion to the effort I put in
Lost Boy, nigga, no coordinates
I'm like a lost boy with no clear direction in life
Remember Christmas? We was giftless
I remember Christmas when we couldn't afford gifts
Three foot tree, no ornaments
We had a small Christmas tree with no decorations
Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin' it
Women are attracted to me and want to have sex with me
Flow cold, nigga, no warmin' it
My rap flow is cold, and there's no warming it up
Mama couldn't afford AAU
My mom couldn't afford to pay for me to play in an AAU basketball league
So we couldn't hoop, nigga, no tournaments
I couldn't play in any basketball tournaments because I couldn't afford AAU
I remember days sippin' lemonade
I remember spending days drinking lemonade
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
The ice cream truck made a lot of money from us
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
The lady who sold candy had Jolly Ranchers
I don't really have a lot of answers
I'm still figuring things out, and I don't have all the answers
I'm just searching for the same shit
I'm just trying to find the same things that everyone else is
Same niggas that I came with
I'm still with the same group of friends that I started with
Premonitions over reminiscing
I'm more concerned with my future premonitions than my past reminiscing
Lamb' truck how I lane switch (ah)
I'm driving a Lamborghini truck and switching lanes quickly
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Cooper Mcgill, Cordae Dunston, Daniel Hackett, Darian Joshua Garcia, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Jariuce Banks, Justin Zim, Russ Chell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@newpancakeman
This chorus is very hype but I feel bad turning up to it. R.I.P. Cordae’s Grandma
@sharinganspecter
Mr. Man exactly when i first heard i was like “should i really be getting hyped to this niggas grandma dying?”
@cerebrxll6064
Dao Ako calm down, who hurt you?
@edenrain9647
I thought it was flame and relatable anyways lmaooo
@zachrusobeats2372
everybody was bopping to this until that part and for a moment while being hyped up made you go damn bro :(
@lilroast
Im sure grandma would’ve wanted us all to be happy
@TheSco415city
Love how this kid is lyrical, he got that old school mentality with a young soul.
@olman1760
Hey! You should watch the cypher cordae is in and listen to some dax🔥
@freshpersimmon9515
Hun lol the janitor from Canada
@darkzzyx
TheSco415city Fr tho