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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Symba
Symba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Earls
Avery Earls
Songwriter
Demario Driver
Demario Driver
Songwriter
Donnie Meadows
Donnie Meadows
Songwriter
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Dem Jointz for U Made Us What We Are
Dem Jointz for U Made Us What We Are
Producer
Jaycen Joshua for The Penua Project
Jaycen Joshua for The Penua Project
Producer

Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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