Artist: Lil B Album: P.Y.T.: Pretty Young Thug (Mixtape) Song: Giving Up Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Yes Sometimes I feel like giving up It's that real hip hop [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]