she a broke 304

(ooh-yeah) I see you

post a tag under every

angle, rent due, lights low,

but you actin' like a mogul.

Thumb doin' marathons, scrollin' for a bailout,

same phone full of filters never map a real way out.

I came up where the cold wind hummed in the night,

where we had to make it work,

that was dinner, that was life.

So I ain't throwin' stones,

I know the lean and the lack,

but performin' on the feed keepin' chains on your back.

Stop askin' on the feed,

baby, let the cheap clout go,

if the tank on E,

we gotta drive it slow.

(drive it slow, yeah)

Stop askin' on the feed,

let the real love grow,

put the phone face down,

let your heart heal slow.

I done had the card decline with a line behind me,

stomach in my throat,

felt the whole world find me.

But I took that heat home,

let it sharpen my nerve,

worked a graveyard shift,

got the peace I deserve.

Now you askin' strangers like the screen owe salvation,

broadcastin' deep hurts just to get validation.

I got love for the struggle,

not the theater of need,

not performin' rock bottom just to water fake seeds.

I ain't sayin' don't reach when the flood in the house,

when it's real, call your people,

let the truth come out.

I'm sayin' every hunger ain't a livestream scene,

every bruise don't need a filter clean.

There's a difference 'tween a hand up and a habit to perform,

between askin' for some help and livin' in the storm.

Stop askin' on the feed,

baby, let the cheap clout go...

(let it go, let it go) If the tank on E,

we gotta drive it slow...