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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#52 today
Peak #50
#21 in subgenre
Peak #18
Author
Duce All
Rights
Duce All
Uploaded
February 18, 2026
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.3 MB • 320 kbps • 2:20 minutes
Lyrics
[intro]
Men it is'nt easy being broke.
[Chorus: Talkbox Vocoder]
[Heavy Vocoder Layer]
Ooh-wee!
Scraped-up pennies in a secondhand ride,
Trying to keep the hustle and the hunger inside.
I’m high on the vision, but I’m low on the cash,
Making something heavy out of minimum trash.
The ledger’s turning red, but the soul’s turning green,
The broke-man king of the funk machine!
[Verse ]
I’m checking every pocket, but the lining’s looking thin,
Where a dollar should’ve landed, only copper’s settling in.
Yeah, it’s pennies in the palm where the Benjamins belong,
A broken bank account playing the same old song.
I’m trekking down this road, threadbare and feeling cold,
In some worn-out soles with a story left untold.
[Chorus: Talkbox Vocoder]
[Heavy Vocoder Layer]
Ooh-wee!
Scraped-up pennies in a secondhand ride,
Trying to keep the hustle and the hunger inside.
I’m high on the vision, but I’m low on the cash,
Making something heavy out of minimum trash.
The ledger’s turning red, but the soul’s turning green,
The broke-man king of the funk machine!
[Verse ]
Calloused on the hands, yeah, I’m hardened to the core,
Minimum wage living got me feeling like a chore.
I’m groaning through the shift while the overtime bleeds,
Plantin' gold-medal effort, growing low-budget weeds.
Check the dusty ledger, see the ink turning bright,
It’s a red-page reality every single night.
[Chorus: Talkbox Vocoder]
[Heavy Vocoder Layer]
Ooh-wee!
Scraped-up pennies in a secondhand ride,
Trying to keep the hustle and the hunger inside.
I’m high on the vision, but I’m low on the cash,
Making something heavy out of minimum trash.
The ledger’s turning red, but the soul’s turning green,
The broke-man king of the funk machine!
[verse]
Hunger in my gut, yeah, it’s keeping me awake,
How much of this pressure can a human spirit take?
I’m chasing down a goal that’s a hundred miles out,
Walking through the valley in a season of drought.
The sign is getting faded and the paint is getting thin,
Like the world is locking doors and I can’t get back in.
[Chorus: Talkbox Vocoder]
[Heavy Vocoder Layer]
Ooh-wee!
Scraped-up pennies in a secondhand ride,
Trying to keep the hustle and the hunger inside.
I’m high on the vision, but I’m low on the cash,
Making something heavy out of minimum trash.
The ledger’s turning red, but the soul’s turning green,
The broke-man king of the funk machine!
[Chorus: Talkbox Vocoder]
[Heavy Vocoder Layer]
Ooh-wee!
Scraped-up pennies in a secondhand ride,
Trying to keep the hustle and the hunger inside.
I’m high on the vision, but I’m low on the cash,
Making something heavy out of minimum trash.
The ledger’s turning red, but the soul’s turning green,
The broke-man king of the funk machine!
