Sometimes I feel like giving up
I sell dope everyday just to make a cut, Police in the hood say, "Try your luck,"
Man, there's time in my life I feel like giving up All this hate that I hear 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 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 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, It's my family, some people say I'm insane Way too blessed with the hearing and hindsight 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 You gotta respect the game The gun make you feel like the Jetsons came And I drive Bentley coups With the 9s in the roof, you feel me? Niggas lying, I'm the truth Fuck what you heard, I'mma tell you what I know This that word from God, I'mma tell you from my soul If I lied everyday than I wouldn't grow 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 Motherfucker I'm stressed I'mma turn that stress into some motherfucking pressure 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