Giving Up

[Intro:]

Yes,

Sometimes I feel like giving up

It's that real hip hop

[Hook:]

I sell dope everyday just to make a cut,

Police in the hood say, "Try your luck",

Metaphor to my life

I'm not grinding enough

I feel like giving up

[Verse:]

Man, there's time in my life I feel like giving up

All this hate that I hear

Man I heard enough

Mom told that should get a job

Drug dealer in the hood tryna get me to rob

I really feel like the pressure of money

People live five cars, big houses

That ain't me

I'm tryna figure out how I'm goin' eat

I was shopping Whole Foods,

But that shit ain't cheap

So I'm buying cheeseburgers four times a week

Drinking Hennessy right before I sleep

People don't understand cause I don't tell no one

Sometimes I really feel like getting a gun

We was born into a gang

Old rules, old news

Written the books people think we supposed to

I ain't goin' lie, don't compare me to those dudes

Who say the rap game, everybody eating they head

If you ain't gotta cut then it's try your luck

Sometimes I really wonder if my time is up

Cool people die for the strangest things

I understand the game and I play for free

My head hurt, walking around all this damn debris

I feel like sitting back and just pushing weed

The feds on my back wanna catch the cat

I need green eggs and ham, bitch,

And a sandwich

The world gone

The shit bigger

It's my family, some people say I'm insane

Albert Eistein

Way too blessed with the hearing and hindsight

It's way more than rap

It's the pain

Niggas see it, put em' to shame

And you see me cry, but I never complain

I'll build your house or I'll a drive plane

Niggas come in my house

You gotta respect the game

The gun make you feel like the Jetsons came

Oakland, what it do?

Berkley, what it do?

Richmond, what it do?

I'm still depressed

And I drive Bentley coups

Still in the hood

With the 9s in the roof, you feel me?

I ain't goin' lie

Niggas lying, I'm the truth

Fuck what you heard, I'm a tell you what I know

This that word from God, I'm a tell you from my soul

If I lied everyday than I wouldn't grow

I'm not no pimp

I'm not no corporate ass ho

That pimp with a suit and a mask on

Them fake motherfuckers wanna lay on the asphalt

But nonviolence is the best protest

Niggas, fuck your guns and fuck your vest

If you love Lil B than I love you to death

Niggas, life good

Motherfucker I'm stressed

I'm a turn that stress into some motherfucking pressure

Pressure make diamonds,

Lay em' on the dresser

Shout out to Casey, don't go back to jail

You say, "Fuck the police, " but the police love you

They wear a suit and they looking for your suit

I love earth and I'm happy

Pray we all survive, you feel me?

Most people in the hood only talk with knives

Short tempers and them bullshit lies

Putting kids through hell

I don't respect those guys, you feel me?

Suckers at the top, haters at the bottom

And you goin' stay right there

I don't lie nigga, I stay right here

[Bridge:]

We won't give up

We won't give up

We won't give up

We goin' make it

We won't give up

We won't give up

We won't give up

We goin' make it

We won't give up

We won't give up

We won't give up

Lil B, you goin' make it

[Hook]