Malcolm "Chop" Smalls - Give Me The Strength (Intro) lyrics

[Produced by Malcolm "Chop" Smalls] [Arnold Schwarzenegger Speech Excerpt] [Verse 1] Let it go up in smoke, I f**in choked Strangled by my thoughts, til I feel it lodged in my throat And Lose basic functions like Speech, I feel as weak as the croaked Tryna swim in the bottle, get paralyzed by the stroke Meanwhile, my ghost is stickin' to me like decals Defeat, and I'll be Eastbound, Kenny Powers of P-Town Tryna keep my feet down, n***as callin for peace now Went through the Capital, tryna capture the Steez down Progressive, but fight with the same Legends I want the whip-game, tryna out-do Severin Reachin, Venus-Inferred, losin' sleep tryna get it Will I learn a meaningful lesson? this loud thinking could deafen Given numbers like a n***a in accounting Or the county, Get her for her head, she lookin like a bounty So homesick, I'm throwin up Virginia out in Cali I'm hungry, and that go-in bu*ton on me, is the Audi [Hook] Somebody give me the strength [Verse 2] Burn game like Usher Raymond, goin out in a blaze Petty thoughts of my ex, what we'd lose if she stayed Wrists of self-infliction, becoming light as the graze Darkness turning it's shade, someone gave her the Strength I'm wanting the same thang, she so strong I tear Wonder how far I'll go, with my so-called career Still think God chose me, I made recordings to hear With divine intervention, my calling card was the heir King Me, damn the OG's looking wrinkly That sweet sh**, can get shelved for-life, think twinkies I pinky, swear, say a word, nugga, empties If you see me runnin gums, bet I meant, it like Wrigley's So far gone, my windows been Jimmy'ed Took everything inside, didn't leave me a penny Even my thoughts ain't mine, I'm looking towards the ending Lost it, in a moshpit, took apart of the frenzy [Verse 3] Let me blow out this stress, before they can interject Lit as a cigarette, as i'm tryna recount my steps.. I wonder where I went wrong, how'd I come to the left Put my answers in checks, knowing money could-wreck Uh, took a breath, settled by the aroma Until my sleep is about as deep as a comas Wake up to the grind with a little mocha Gifted in composition, just tryna keep my composure Give me the strength, to look defeat in his eyes Give me the strength, to fight the demons of mind Forbidden fruits, the Apple's sleekest design Wanna eat so bad, we goin right to the vine I battle with good and evil, shackled like it's illegal They told me loosen up, being tight's a matter for kegels Descent can be deceitful, my knows sharper than Beagels I found the snake in the most meaningful people