[VERSE 1] Lacking motivation in my life Moving like its medication in the Sprite Moving like its no where to turn to Like what the hard work really earn you Couple blog post, couple retweets Same n***as clapping at ya shows every week Like I ain't really seen no progression I done seen others get it now I'm stressing Now I'm f**ing with some sh** I shouldn't be Looking for a muse really draining all my energy Who I intend to be is not who I am I wonder if it's meant for me to switch up the plan Like I was really tripping way back then I to learn the difference between what's destined And what you pick to be or what you hope it is But a light shines bright though my hopelessness I get to flowing and I'm known that it's really real Where I'm going ain't bestowing if you sit and chill It's gon' be more bad days then good ones, somehow you gotta trust that's it's in his will But that's a tall task when it's nothing coming, you ain't gotta a sign that it's getting better But it's whatever cause I got it instilled And really that's only thing that ever appealed, but [HOOK] Last week I gave up like fo' times, til I woke up with a dope rhyme Last week I gave up like fo' times, last week I gave up like fo' times Last week I gave up like fo' times, til I woke up with a dope rhyme Last week I gave up like fo' times, last week I gave up like fo' times [VERSE 2] Last week feeling sh** I wasn't feeling rap, wasn't feeling life Wasn't feeling pain, wasn't feeling strife And I ain't feel ashamed when I'm up at night I was numb to it, tryna push through While you still demanding that I please you I understand you got needs to attend to But I got some issues I could issues you could mend to I guess I'm looking for some sympathy Trying to make my story worse then what's it's meant to be I'm tryna seem like the only one Who got a couple disadvantages to overcome But you ain't me and I ain't you so I conclude No matter how I put you don't understand f** searching for a better plan When you don't have enough belief that I could go expand See though a disguise Caught up in personal apartheid Praying what I write could be Mandela Until I say it back and I despise Every bar that ever wrote Like was I really cold with the sh** I spoke Or am only mediocre Last week I almost told myself it's over [HOOK] Last week I gave up like fo' times, til I woke up with a dope rhyme Last week I gave up like fo' times, last week I gave up like fo' times Last week I gave up like fo' times, til I woke up with a dope rhyme Last week I gave up like fo' times, last week I gave up like fo' times