Lyrics:

First, we`re affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That`s the first thing I tell `emGet the information while you`re here right
Nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school
So get the information, being broke is bad
But being stupid is what`s really bad
And what`s really-really bad is being broke and stupid

Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four
Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (Yeah)
Court evictions, landlords never show remorse
Now I`m in the building, when they greet me, they gon` hold the door (Yeah)
I never needed your acceptance, this is my destin
I made devil`s work and turned it into God`s blessings
Can`t knock me off the block, this is not Tetris
Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that`s my assessment
They told me to be patient but I need to flex (Woo)
I`m so famous, I could finally hit JAY-Z direct (Yeah)
I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet
I might drink Cîroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word)
Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress
Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh
I ain`t nothing like you niggas, I don`t even rest
I don`t sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner)
I ain`t on no hating shit, I just want to get rich (Word)
I don`t do relationships, I don`t want to commit
Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain`t talked to me since
And now I`m insecure, closed off, but that`s hard to admit (Word)
I`m just thinking about the days you were making me jealous
Can`t rain on my parade, when I`m made of umbrellas (Woo)
Fuck it, they don`t faze me, I don`t stay in my feelings
Thought money would change me but it changed all my niggas (Facts)
I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling
I ain`t bragging, I`m just happy I made me a million
ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant
I`m proud of niggas like HOV, he made him a billion (Yeah)
I hope I never go broke, tryna break through the ceilings
Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (Yeah)
This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents
Nigga, I`m breaking your spirit (Woo)

I told myself, 'If I go out, then I`ma light my wrist' (Boom)
If I die today, I`m happy for the life I live (Blah, blah)
And my son is only three, he be like, 'Mama rich'
Told him, 'Go outside to play, just be inside by six' (Ayy)
I done made my niggas proud, ye ain`t gotta love me (Good)
Give a fuck about your opinion, only God could judge me (Blah, blah)
I don`t even write on paper, I just write on Tully (Woo)
I`ma hire an assistant to make her write it for me (Ayy)
This is me against the world, that`s the mood I`m in (Goddamn)
Hop up out the fucking pussy like I`m new again (Woo)
I remember they was calling me a hooligan
In special education, I just might go back to school again (Woah)

Only hit it once, then I make her leave (Woo, woo)
We ain`t cuddling, I need some space to breathe (Woo, woo)
If she fuck me good, I let her stay to three (Woo, woo)
No I`m not your man but we can make believe
Okay, you got a ass, that don`t mean a thing to me
Stop acting like a brat, bitch I ain`t Jermaine Dupri (Woo)
These pussy niggas talkin` `bout what they gon` say to me
And they gon` beat me up, I told `em that`s some shit I`d pay to see (Stupid)

And what`s really-really bad is being broke and stupid
Nothing much worse than that unless you`re sick
Like sick, broke and stupid
That`s about as far as you can fall unless you`re ugly, right?
But surely that would be the ultimate, right?
The ultimate negative life; ugly, sick, broke and stupid

I turned my life into a movie, bitch I think I rock (Yeah)
I can`t even wear my jewelry now, they think I`m cocky (Ayy, ayy)
I know that I got myself if I ain`t got nobody (Buh, buh)
Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain`t got no bodies (Brat)
You gon` have to pay the price, if you get wishy washy (Woo)
This a Talladega Night, I think I`m Ricky Bobby (Bah, bah)
My advice, quit the music, get a different hobby
All you lil` niggas sound the same, just a different copy (Woah)

And I bow my head and pray for this (Woo, woo)
Yeah, I spill my guts and made a mess (Woo, woo)
Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish
Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (Yeah)
And I ball so hard, I sprain my wrist (Bah)
If I shoot it, then I ain`t gon` miss
Loyal nigga so I ain`t gon` switch (Woo)
Blew my money at the strippy, it don`t make no sense
Broke and stupid, shit will never be the same again

And what`s really-really bad is being broke and stupid (Stupid, stupid)