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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

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 **** 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 **** 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 ****' budgets on tickets for Super Bowl
I guess it's safe to say a **** 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 ****
[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 **** 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 ****
Written by: Andre Romelle Young, Avery Earls, Demario Driver, Donnie Meadows, Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr., Terrence Thornton
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