Act Broke

[Intro — hard bounce enters quick, 808 slide, dry vocal] Uh Act broke Talk rich That’s crazy [Hook — chant hook, bouncy, simple] Act broke Talk rich Big mouth Small risk Fake lit Real stiff All cap No grip Act broke Talk rich Whole crew Same script Bad deal Bad fit One bill They dip [Verse 1 — mainstream bounce rap, punchy and clean] Look, He walked in loud with a borrowed little mood Said he got motion, but the tab came due Whole face froze when the split came through That ain’t big dog, that’s a petting zoo All that talk No spend All that flex No bend All that smoke No flame All that flash No name He got a fake-rich laugh and a discount lean Talking like a boss with a broke routine Chain too bright for a man that cheap I seen more cash in a vending machine I don’t hate broke, I hate fake I know hard times, that ain’t shame But don’t talk heavy with a paperweight frame Don’t say “my people” when you duck every claim You ain’t slick, you just loud enough You ain’t tough, you just proud of bluff You ain’t him, you just him-adjacent Whole damn vibe need verification [Pre-Hook — tighter bounce, callout energy] Check came Eyes dropped Big talk Clock stopped Who paid? Not him Who left? That grin [Hook — chant hook, heavier 808] Act broke Talk rich Big mouth Small risk Fake lit Real stiff All cap No grip Act broke Talk rich Whole crew Same script Bad deal Bad fit One bill They dip [Verse 2 — more aggressive, funny disrespect] She said he got funds, I said “where?” In the group chat? In the air? In a caption? In a stare? In a jacket with the tags still there? That’s broke-boy theater Front-row fever Whole lotta promise No real procedure Got loud at the lounge, then quiet at the counter Posted the bottle, but he didn’t pay around it If broke was a sport, he’d be scouting If lies had rent, he’d need housing I move different, I don’t announce much I don’t big-time with a small lunch I don’t count pockets, but I count fronts And his whole damn story got a soft punch Everybody knows one Might be two Talks like money Moves like glue Swears he’s plugged Can’t get through Says he’s him Who told you? [Breakdown — beat cuts, dry ad-libs] Act broke Talk rich That’s sick All cap No grip That’s it No hate Just facts Run that Back [Verse 3 — short bounce verse, no speed-run] I like clean moves, no theater Quick math, no preacher If you got it, you don’t need to Keep saying you got it every five damn meters Heard you was up That was a rumor Heard you was next That was humor Heard you had motion Must be a scooter Heard you had plans Must be future I’m not impressed by a loud little costume Not one bit, not one little notch You can’t buy status with a pose and a filter You can’t fake pressure with a rented watch [Final Hook — full beat, punch-ins on last words] Act broke Talk rich Big mouth Small risk Fake lit Real stiff All cap No grip Act broke Talk rich Whole crew Same script Bad deal Bad fit One bill They dip [Outro — 808 slide, dry vocal] Act broke Talk rich That’s crazy