Giving Up Lyrics & Chords By Lil B

[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
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 I should get a job
Drug dealer in the hood tryina get me to rob
I really feel like the pressure of money
People live five car big houses
That ain t me, I m tryina figure out how I m gonn eat
I was shoppin whole foods
But that shit ain t cheap
So I m buying cheeseburgers 4 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 gonn like 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 lucj
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 wanna catch the cat
I need green eggs and ham, bitch!
And a sadwich
The world gone, the shit bigger
It s my family some people say I m insane, Albert Einstein
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 drive a plane
Niggas come in my house,
You gotta respect the game
The gun make you feel like the jetsons came
I m still depressed, and I drive a bentley coupe
Still in the hood, with the nines in the roof, you feel me?
I ain t gonn lie, niggas lying I m the truth
Fuck what you heard, I ma tell you what I know
This that word from god, I ma tell you from my soul
If I lied everyday then I wouldn t grow
I m not no pimp, I m not no corporate ass hoe
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 then I love you to death
Niggas life good, motherfucker I m stressed
I ma 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
Thy 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 gonn stay right there
I don t lie nigga, I stay right here
We don t give up, we won t give up
We won t give up, we gonn make it
We don t give up, we won t give up
We won t give up, we gonn make it
We don t give up, we won t give up
We won t give up, we gonn make it
We don t give up, we won t give up
We won t give up, we gonn make it
Lil b you gonn make it
[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.