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INTERPRÉTATION
Symba
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Avery Earls
Paroles/Composition
Demario Driver
Paroles/Composition
Donnie Meadows
Paroles/Composition
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Terrence Thornton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rachel Blum
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Dem Jointz for U Made Us What We Are
Production
Jaycen Joshua for The Penua Project
Production
Paroles
Yes, sir
Yes, sir
Yeah, well, uh (Incoming)
I'm from where they pimpin' at, bippin' at, and strippin' at
A six-hour drive from where niggas die for a fitted cap
Gangbangin', we never got into that
Our blocks had beef and our big homies assembled that
That's when we tried to demo-crack the Democrats
And end up in the pen' all over paper like chicken scratch
The feds popped my cuz with a 20 pack
His nickname The Baby, he cut his crack with Similac
Four Cuban links on, I'm plottin' on my fifth
A nigga went legit and I been shinin' ever sincе
Every time I buy a watch, I give thе ghetto hope
Bought a presidential, ain't eligible to vote
Versace bathrooms, they sayin' my cash clone
I spent you niggas' budgets on tickets for Super Bowl
I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goal
'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke
'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga
Long nights, no lights, dreamin' 'bout a Benz
No rice, just ice, nothin' in the fridge
Sick of makin' friends, all they do is burn a bridge
I'm drownin' in my sins, I never learned how to swim
My life jacket Celine, swim trunks Supreme
Just left the scene in Alexander McQueen
I remember nights I was too broke to think
This shit deep, I lost more money than sleep
I was watchin' corners, I ain't never mop the floor
Touched a hundred thousand in 20s from doin' chores
Mama was a queenpin, Coretta with cream
She was sellin' dreams to Martin Luther the fiend
For Christmas, I bought the block choppers and triple beams
Four-wheelers, four-fours, and a bunch of 'bows
I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goals
'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...)
All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...)
All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...)
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...)
'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Dwayne Abernathy Jr., Andre Romelle Young, Demario Raynel Driver
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