★ 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 you know me, nigga, you don’t know shit Don't know my pain, don't know my struggle, don’t know shit Don't know my mama sold bricks 'fore she sold crips Don't know paps shot a cop and got 20 years Don't know that I was born in jail with no chance Was a child when a prison ❲?❳ I growin' up with my aunt, that's a ❲?❳ Berkley High, year book, I ❲?❳ Mom's hit a bank, went to jail, had a son That’s how I ended up going to school with my aunt Young nigga, I ain’t never been no fucking punk I raise my fist before I raise a gun Never scared of defeat, the evils meet Fuck a rap carrer beef, live right across the street Tryna risk it all to get ❲?❳ I'm bringing my niggas peace, this all ’bout to increase Tryna buy crips, no rent, no more lease Tryna gain stock from california ❲?❳ Zeus got born but we ain't got insurance so if sum' happen who gon' look out for him? I know 5 niggas who died in 3 days 2 shot, one died of old age, 2 more locked in a cage They say "bring that real back like back in the day" That pimp ❲?❳, that’s mixed with the J That's big pimpin', oh yeah, we big pimpin'
Seeking arrangements from here to Indiana Brought her to Cali but met her in Atlanta She want the money, I got her where I want her Nowadays, niggas ain't tryna hustle Give 'em soap and water, I bet they would bubble They keep playing like people supposed to give 'em sum' Your can cry about this shit or you can cut a onion You can go get what you want or you can sit and struggle Can't be livin' of your mama tryna be the man A broke nigga ain't somebody who's not getting bands A broke nigga is somebody who don't have a plan I put this work in on my own so you understand God already gave me two, I do not need a head I be going hard as ❲?❳ tryna make a band Just a bar with my nigga royce on the ❲?❳
★ Outro ★ You think you know me, nigga, you don't know shit You think you know me, nigga, you ain't live this Clothes from the fleet market, I was a infant I'm cooking crack ❲?❳ like ❲?❳ You think you know me, nigga, you don't know shit You think you hold me back, my nigga, hold this You think you know me, nigga, you don't know shit
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 - Power Ranger {Songtext zu „Power Ranger“} {Intro} Brr, trap, trap (No, no, Mistersir) {Part 1} Mein Kumpel Abu hat zwei Telfar an, bin Opfer von
Symba - SIM City {Songtext zu „SIM City“} {Intro} (Uhh, Symba) Brr, Trap Brr, Symba hat Trap—, Sym— Symba hat Trap— Hah-drr Ah-uhh Brrt, Trap
Symba - Hdgdl {Songtext zu „Hdgdl“} {Intro} (Stickle) {Hook} Schreib mir: „HDGDL“, vielleicht schick' ich dann ein Herz Manche Leute tragen
Symba - Popeye {Songtext zu „Popeye“} {Intro} (Beatlian) {Hook} Ich schreib': „Hi, ich fahr' Porsche, komm vorbei“ Und mein Team ist ganz
Symba - Leben ist gefährlich {Songtext zu „Leben ist gefährlich“} {Intro} Ja-ja, ja-ja Ja-ja, ja (Sira) {Hook} Die meinten: „Das Leben ist gefährlich Also
Symba - Mama wir sind traurig {Songtext zu „Mama wir sind traurig“} {Hook} Häng' mit Gang ab und mache sonst nichts Alle woll'n dies, doch keiner macht das dafür Mama, wir
Symba - Polo Sport {Songtext zu „Polo Sport“} {Intro} Ich hab' 'n P— Ich hab' 'n P— Ich hab' 'n P— {Hook} Ich hab'
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.