Symba – Never End Up Broke (Audio, Lyrics)

Symba - Never End Up Broke (prod. Dem Jointz & Dr. Dre)

Symba drops the new song, “Never End Up Broke”, co-produced by Dem Jointz & Dr. Dre. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Symba Never End Up Broke
Symba Never End Up Broke

Symba is a force to be reckoned with. Backed by a strong co-sign from Dr. Dre, he’s preparing to leave a strong impression with the release of his forthcoming project, Results Take Time. Over the past few months, he’s popped up more frequently with a series of singles to build anticipation and a slew of jaw-dropping freestyles. There’s really no doubt that he’s the next up from the West right now.

This week, Symba slid through with his latest offering off of his forthcoming body of work titled, “Never End Up Broke.” Symba unleashes sharp flows and showcases dynamic wordplay over the course of the record, as he reflects on the work he’s put in materializing in front of him. Dr. Dre and Dem Jointz hold down production on this joint for an undeniable banger.

Symba – Never End Up Broke (prod. Dem Jointz & Dr. Dre)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yes, sir
Yes, sir
Yeah, well, uh
(Incoming)

[Verse 1]
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 twenty 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 since
Every time I buy a watch, I give the 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

[Chorus]
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke
‘Cause money can’t buy back time, my nigga

[Verse 2]
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 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 ‘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

[Chorus]
All I ever wanted was to never end up broke
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

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