Never End Up Broke Pt. 2 (feat. Pusha T) - Symba

(Twelve-oh-nine) (What it do, 30?) Something gotta give, this shit here gotta end Say I done been through so much shit, I done lost hella friends Hating on me that been the biggest trend Deposit that I worked so hard for, that's the bigger end I think some things, it just won't never end, wish it never started I'm happy that we not together, back then wish we never parted And go our separate ways, it can't be saved, visit grandma grave I get discouraged and then I talk to Dave Feelings still can't be tamed, emotions can't be controlled I'm out here fighting for my soul They want me to be that who I am not Everything they want it gone Thinking, isn't there a different world underground? It's better, I'll leave it now I can take my lick, I ain't take that lick When them bodies drop, don't make a sound Fuck that bitch, I don't need that ho, she can hit the road, I kick her out She gon' have another nigga before the next month come around I done came up, I done struggled, nigga, I done suffered in that town Stood ground and when they played I left out bodies to be found I didn't entertain even when they labelled me the clown I ain't play games even when you thought I wasn't gon' hold it down And I did, even when they talked about me, carried on stage, who I'm is And when them niggas thought that they was finally safe I split they wig Don't give a fuck what you gotta say 'bout me, just leave out my kids I finessed the game without no cheat code, it ain't rigged Young nigga pray to God, he get mad, and then he sin And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right In the streets, the industry they don't like him Planning to "on sight" him Say he won't run, he rather die Can you hand me a tissue? 'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at Tell that nigga try that He don't come correct he gon' get popped at Better be about that, just me and Ten controlling my set One of 'em try to take that Right in that north he get knocked off at Take a loss then bounce back I praise to Three 'cause he who talk that I'm gon' walk that walk, yeah Just like Montana, do no talking Herm be the black sheep He out all night, he do the stalking Niggas say they want beef We make they family buy they coffin I'm a mastermind just like my oldest uncle Gerald Most of us don't receive joy, this a dirty world Roll a nigga ass up in a sack and smoke 'em like my auntie Joyce 'nem Grandpa, your hard work that you showed me will help me prevail Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right In the streets, the industry they don't like him Planning to on sight him Say he won't run, he rather die Can you hand me a tissue? 'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now To my niggas that I miss you, ooh, ooh While I'm running through the streets, can you protect the slime? And once it all falls down I should come out fine

Yeah, King Push I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like What a brick weigh, what your bitch like Ace bottles and late models, niggas happy with the base model Fashion God from fake model, they follow I'm the culture, KRS in a 'Rosta Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker My bitch got the poker face, she a soldier Might let you fuck just so she can show me the safe Yugh! I did live through drug wars, open suicide doors Fuck the bitch on mink floors but it ain't enough Yugh! Seen the world on these tours, Porsche paying 'til I bought Yugh! I partied off shores but it ain't enough Motivate or I can be a menace, you got two choices I got one chopper, I'm hearing voices I'm seeing visions, these Rolls Royces In arms reach, I come creep, these snakes are poisonous Oyster perpetual lifestyle, look at the watch on me right now Bezel blinding like a bright cloud It's a drug dealer's dream Everything that I say is everything that I mean Let's weigh it up Check, kilogram on the neck, money, power, respect Real shooter's on deck, but it ain't enough Yes, man I just got the text, she's just waiting, undressed Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain't enough Everybody get the tech, all you niggas hit the deck Bitches think he got next, but it ain't enough Haters still wanna test, but I just say, "Fuck the rest" Always gave her my best, but it ain't enough