★ verse 1 ★ Well fuck it, let's get it Been dying to rap about how i'm living I've been taking vacations, i've been standing on business I've been rocking these rollies, i've been driving these benzes So i ain't got time for a nigga who make responses for niggas From a city of players, p don't play with this pimpin' I got 15 women who came with 15 women And for the record, i wrote that 16 in 15 seconds Got a bag, but to count it took me 15 minutes I was taught to go get it, under any conditions We don't make no excuses, we don't get in our feelings We don't bark for you bitches, we don't hang with you niggas And we do this shit on my terms, the only conditions Credy, slide the paper 'cross the table, just accept the offer Better pray before we make that fire work and get it poppin' That manifesting shit don't give a motherfuck about you You ain't take no action, all that lying came back around and caught you Niggas butter soft, i make the winners out the loaf All y'all niggas falling off, i'mma motherfucking boss Niggas clocking in and clocking out, focus on your job These niggas never come outside until it's time to walk the dog But i grew up like a wild monkey, they ain't put me down once Brody calling from that cell, that robot told me down one Sticking with my family like a puzzle, cuz we all one Symba we need you to save the game, i turn around "what?" Why i gotta rap beside these niggas, when they all suck Every time these niggas get to rapping bad, they call us Any motion coming out the bay tray that's all us All i talk is fly shit, i can get to pilot huh ★ bridge ★ Credy we going to vegas tonight We going to vegas tonight Tell em hoes i need a table You ready for me? Let's go Ay
★ verse 2 ★ Take a time out my day, so you can see how i'm living But most you niggas dying, so i can't speak on the vision You could add the baddies up, i had ton of them bitches Put my dick between her breasts look like i'm drawing divison We got ice rollies everywhere, women out they underwear Niggas act like we a pair, when i was broke they wasn't there Homies watched me work my ass off and all they did was stare Look at me like i'm supposed to give them what they never share Contradict i'm awfully nice, my life is lucky roll the dice She ask what my life is like, bitch i can do a lot tonight I can take off from la today and be right back tonight I'mma pay for everything, but she gon' book her own flight Been having my way, they think i trade the way i'm making moves Y'all going out the way for hoes like y'all on honeymoons I'mma big tsunami, bring the wave, the city coming through I can fuck this fucker up with symba if i wanted to Moving militant, cuz it don't really take that much to lose Kick your door, break in your schools, we come inside and take your food I'mma risk it all for all the shit they said i couldn't do Making everyone who doubted me look like a fucking fool Squad over everything, god over everything Popped out the prison, i put balls over everything Mac to the game, look like this rollie like a wedding ring Who you getting to it, like disguise, you spoke to jakes
Song Description:
Symba's fiery freestyle on Justin Credible's show takes aim at the rap game with powerful lyrics and a confident delivery. Symba boasts about his lavish lifestyle, success, and work ethic, making it clear that he's not here to play games. He references his hustle, his loyalty to his family, and his disregard for haters and doubters. Symba's flow is smooth and effortless, showcasing his skills as a rapper. He exudes self-assurance and determination, declaring himself a boss in the rap game. The catchy hook and infectious beat make this freestyle a standout track that demands attention. Symba's energy and charisma shine through, solidifying his status as a rising star in the hip-hop world.
Symba - Keine neuen Freunde {Songtext zu „Keine neuen Freunde“} {Part} Shawty, vor zwei Sachen hab' ich Angst Nur vor Gott und dass es dir nicht gut geht Ja, du hattest ja ’ne
Symba - Serve {Intro} Yeah (Goddamnit, Cas), yeah {Verse 1} My uncle Ronnie was home all day, he be trappin' at night I told him I want in, he said, "No,
Symba - Mario Run {Songtext zu „Mario Run“} {Intro} (Ba-ba-ba-ba-da) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-da) (Ahahaha, he-he-he-he) {Hook} Ich renne vor den Opps und
Symba - Battlefield Freestyle {Songtext zu „Battlefield Freestyle“} {Intro} Brr Symba hat Trapmoney, hehe {Hook} Die woll'n bei der Mafia ein Praktikum
Symba - Gotta Love It {intro: symba} Hitmaka Nah, for real, i ain't gon' be kadaby Right now sound Some shit you just can't tame A bay nigga gon' be a bay nigga Got
Symba - Ready For More {Intro} I'm ready for more (If your fired up I'm fired up) 1,2,3 {Chorus} I'm ready fore more Tell them I'm ready I'm ready
Symba - You Don't Know Me {Intro} These niggas, these niggas think they know me, man You niggas don't know me, man These niggas think they know me, man {Verse} You think
Symba - Heaven and Hell {Verse: Kanye West} No more promo, no more photos No more logos, no more chokeholds We on bezos, we get payrolls Trips to Lagos, connect like LEGOs We take high
Symba - Fire in the Booth I shoulda started rapping when the beat drop But since the beat dropped i guess i gotta find the sweet spot Since Charlie reached out they love us for the freestyles so lets lock in I
Symba - Late Time {Songtext zu „Late Time“} {Intro} Mh, brr-brr, dup-duh, bah {Hook} Sein Gucci müsste fake sein, ich häng' in der Late Time
Symba
Inspired by everyone from JAY-Z to Steve Stoute and Steve Jobs, Bay Area-born and Los-Angeles based rapper Symbadove headfirst into the rap gamefollowing a rough upbringing. After a series of collaborations with Young Curt took off in the Bay, he headlined early Los Angeles shows on bills with the likes of YG, Tyga, and DJ Mustard as early as 2010. Symba struggled financially while recording, but eventually connected with friend and producer Nic Nac [Chris Brown, Kevin Gates] who encouraged him to move down to L.A. Upon arriving in the City of Angels, he turned heads with the 2 More Words mixtape in 2015, boasting collaborations with the likes of Marc E. Bassy and IamSu!. In addition to praise from XXL,Hypebeast dubbed it “a fiery collection of songs balancing club-ready hooks with deft, incisive narratives.” His grind paid off, and he inked a short-lived deal in 2017. A meeting with producer Cas inspired the next move. Early demos caught the attention of Atlantic Records who signed him during 2019. Now, his single “Serve” chronicles a key moment. Over a throwback bass line and guitar buzz, he recalls his first experiences trapping taught by his uncle and outlined in vivid verses with this “Hustling Song.” It sets the stage for a lot more to come in 2020, including his debut Don’t Run From R.A.P.