Symba – Never End Up Broke (pt. 2) (ft. Pusha T) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to the second part for Symba’s “Never End Up Broke” track which is featuring Pusha T. The piece of music was co-produced by Dr. Dre & Dem Jointz.

Symba Never End Up Broke (pt. 2)

“Never End Up Broke Pt. 2” recently dropped, finding Symba colliding with Pusha T for the sequel. Push slides through with flashes of his early years and his motives to dive into the streets. The song includes two of Symba’s original verses but Push’s inclusion on the sequel elevates the song even further.

Symba – Never End Up Broke (pt. 2) (ft. Pusha T) (prod. Dr. Dre & Dem Jointz)

Lyrics

[Intro: Symba]
I just want to let you go
Yes, sir
I’ll know when, you girl
Yes, sir
No, won’t never take this away from me
Yeah, well, uh
(Incoming)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I remember being broke before I was in the mix
See, my bitch fucked a nigga, Raekwon was servin’ bricks
Just the fuel I needed, so I started takin’ risks
When everybody had the five, I leveled up and did the six
AMG kit, knockin’ It Was Written
Poochie knitted, you niggas thought Gucci did it
This Italian race car got moolies in it
See, a Phantom ain’t a Phantom, if that spooky’s rented, uh (Woo)
Smoke tinted copes in it
Three-hundred thousand in tennis chains, I’m roped in it
Wavin’ through a glass top coupe, like the Pope’s in it
Heaven only snows in my trunk when the dope’s in it
The more that you see murdered, you’re closer to no limit
I used to want a 300Z with a phone in it
I’m globally roam with it, feelin’ at home with it
Money come, money go, ain’t no controlin’ it, Push (Push)

[Chorus: Symba]
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (Broke)
Shh, ’cause money can’t buy back time, my nigga

[Verse 2: Symba]
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 (Ooh)
I was watchin’ corners, I ain’t never mop the floor
Touched a hundred thousand in twenties 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 bowls
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)

[Chorus: Symba]
All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (Broke)
Shh, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (Broke)
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (Broke)
‘Cause money can’t buy back time, my nigga

[Outro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen