[Intro]
I Give up 5x
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I give up 5x
I give up 5x
[Verse 1:Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah a f** rap!!!
Til I own my own sh**
I rather hide in ya closet
An think about ya kids while they sleepin' the crib
Just to make ya mad I been bad
I'ont know what f** I been thinkin in my head (damn)
It's like i never stay sober i just drown in it
My n***a i gotta just off i just pound in it pound in it
I really feel like I'm doin this sh** for nothin
Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky
And I do it fo the fans cause they love strange music
And its really gettin close before I'm throwin up the deuces
I just did a three album trilogy, George lucas
An i only got a lil bit left to pour into it
And then the gas tank is empty wit no station
An I know a full a hand of emcees that won't say it
Money is the root of all evil ya'll keep tryin
Got you lyin to ya self
When ya'll keep lyin
[Hook]
Refrain 3x
[Verse 2: COS]
I give it up on it all together
I show'em my love they think its tougha than leatha
I show'em my struggle I just show'em my hand
sh**s like a puzzle i dont fit in no plans
No I ain't fit no m**m
I try to stick what I can
They threw a n***a overboard
This how i swam
Cause this who i am
A high school dropout, convicted felon
You ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin
In the mean time they sellin me dreams
I put my heart on the line
I rip it right out my sleeves
Before the heart overwind, just the feelin between
Cause when I'm slope, it don't bother me
I outta be screamin' how theses nightmares come when I'm dreamin'
You think I live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin'
And these voices yellin' at me tellin I need to feed'em
When they f**in me so raw, i should be drownin and semen
[Hook]
Refrain 3x
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
See, supeshes in the house but ya'll don't know about that (sh**)
You the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap
We the reason the fans understand about our life
See they go though the same a** sh**!! they just like us
Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange
(oh wee) we like drew brees n***as saints in the game
But I don't get no losses ain't o and 3
I eat my meat real fresh it ain't molded meat
I know the season just started, but I'mma bring the heat
And if this is my last album I won't be surprised
But if i do a couple more an i don't get the prize
I'll never be the motherf**a that'll sing defeat
I GIVE UP!!!
I'm sick of this, burning me like a syphilis
I'm about to disappear n***as call me menso fliks
A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood
[Hook]
Refrain 3x