[Intro: comedic grit, frantic buildup, fast-paced flow] Empty pockets, louder than my stomach’s growl, Counting lint like it’s cash — my wallet’s on parole, Fridge got tumbleweeds, ice tray’s dry as hell, I’m so broke, even the cockroaches pitchin’ in to sell. [Verse 1: witty, chaotic, rapid-fire punchlines] I’m the broke outlaw, call me the king of no cash, Skippin’ meals, dreams thin like expired hash, Every dollar’s a hostage, trapped in a stash, Cookin’ schemes in the kitchen — life’s a numbers clash. [Verse 2: chaotic, desperate, raw rebellion] Yeah I’m thirsty I’m starvin’ I’m tweakin’ not vibin’, My dept keeps on risin’, this shit got me wildin’, Bouta start a defiance, I need me a cold one before I get violent, I need me some guidance, I need me some cash app before I go silent, Didn’t think they’d catch on and force the compliance, Cuz I had tax fraud down to a science! [Verse 3: cerebral storytelling, vivid imagery] They say crime don’t pay, but hunger pays in full, My stomach’s a courtroom, hunger’s the pull, I’m walking tightropes, broke and so cruel, Stackin’ lies, dodgin’ eyes, playin’ the fool. Ink stains and court dates, life’s script flipped, Every dime’s a battle, every cent’s whipped, Shadow deals in alleys, the hungry equipped, This is survival’s verse — the hunger script. Nighttime confessions to an empty sky, Praying for a win, or at least a supply, Street symphony plays while dreams die, Broke king’s anthem — the reason why. [Verse 4: aggressive swagger, punchy bars] Debt collectors tryna hunt me like a ghost, But I’m the hustler, yeah, I’m the host, Bank account’s a joke, but I’m still the most, Breakin’ every rule coast to coast. Crimes born from hunger, I’m the rogue in the night, Cash app’s my savior, get my balance right, Wildin’ in the chaos, ain’t no end in sight, Fightin’ broke battles ’til I see the light. Slick with the numbers, thief with a grin, Tax fraud magician, pocket’s thin, But I’m the kingpin in a world so grim, Survival’s the hustle, odds stacked slim. [Chorus: defiant, catchy, motivational] Starvin’, thirstin’, broke but still risin’, Every step a hustle, no compromisin’, Cold ones and crime — the night’s realizin’, I’m the broke king’s story, no disguisin’. No rest for the hungry, no peace for the broke, Every move calculated, every word I spoke, From pennies to paydays, the line’s always broke, But the grind’s eternal — fuel to the smoke. [Bridge: sardonic reflection, self-aware humor, slower pace] Broke and starvin’, but my hustle’s elite, Cookin’ crime recipes you can’t repeat, IRS on my tail, but I’m light on my feet, Dodgin’ deadlines, deadlines that cheat. Life’s a sitcom, but the script’s all mine, Laughin’ at chaos while I’m dodgin’ the line, I’m the broke scholar, wit sharper than spine, Tax fraud and hustle, perfectly combined. [Outro: resilient, chaotic, hopeful grit] So here I stand, broke but unbroken, Every plan sketchy, every word spoken, Thirst and hunger fuel my token, A wild king in a world that’s smokin’. Debt’s a mountain, but I’m climbin’ fast, Crime’s my language, hustle’s my craft, From hunger to riches? Nah, just the past, But broke or not, I’m built to last.
