We're not the sick insignificant insolvent hoes: [Intro] Yeah. Bills on the table, sweat on the floor. Old me dead, don’t knock no more. [Verse 1] I woke up broke, but I didn’t stay there, Cold air in my lungs, iron will in my stare. Rent due, phone ringing, debt barking loud, But I don’t fold up, I don’t blend with the crowd. They waste their mo…