LyricsGiving Up

Yo Gotti

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Can't forget Douglas My N*ggas on Seventh Street Dixies Homes

Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten Dis fa my n*ggas who felt like (giving up) I feel ya pain n*gga, I felt da same n*gga See a n*gga like me come straight from hard times n*gga ain't shit changed Was f*cked up Workin with a 8ball Mama stressed out n*gga back against the walk Rent time up can't be late again Mama hidin out tryin dodge the repo man Food stamps out Light man outside Phone cut off and air unit just died(Damn) Mane it hard tryin fight dis Down on my knees askin GOD why it's like dis F*ck dat Gotti ain't havin dat A n*gga fronted me a brick told myself I can have dat F*ck 'em I'll kill 'em if he want beef Ion give a f*ck my family folks must eat I'm from da NORF were n*ggas play it gutta N*ggas rob n*ggas kill n*ggas serve dey own muthers But not me kuz iI was family raised Got dat family loyalty I got my family paid Memba back in da days you wore ya family J's Auntie dun ya braids and uncle cut ya fade Kool-aid and soul-food is all dats made fa ya Wanted to give up but ya family folks prayed fa ya See a n*gga like me n*gga I jumped straight off the porch 12 years old n*gga I'm in da hood watchin nosey n*gga runnin to da cars N*gga they was stars to me that's the shit I wanted to do n*gga I was rappin back Then I put that shit to the side n*gga kuz all da rapp n*ggas In my city was eitha not seen or was f*cked up... And I ain't with dat Da rap game was difficult kuz ane take it serious In da cafeteria f*ckin out eatin cereal Started freestylin and f*ckin rappin with my classmates Neighborhood DJ let me rock a mixtape It was all good but I was so hood I was like f*ck dat I need a quarter pound of good Back to da skool gooti got da killa flow Word got around tried to put me in a talent show But ane do it wasn't nun to it See a n*gga had cone I left and went home F*ck It Straight hustlin chasin dat cheddar To I realized I could'ntsell dope faeva I my pad and my pen got my style and my thoughts As I got serious da game got difficult I tried writin but I kept gettin stucks dats when I was like f*ck it give up But I kept goin Look at me now n*gga Hard work pay off B*tch N*gga 3 deals lata 750 thousands dollars greata I'm GOOD Go with da otha paper I got in da hood n*gga I'm GOOD HA... F*ck all you hatas n*gga N*gga I ain't even dropped yet and I can cop shit you n*ggas on tv can't Structa ya shit rite Come holla at GOTTI, I'll sign ya Believe dat B*tch One time da Stunta n*gga Thank Ya Aha... I feel good n*gga One time da M-Town fa holdin a real n*gga down Feel good n*gga Thank Ya too M-Town Aha... Believe dat shit One time da grip n*gga and F*ck da rest you suckas

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