My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up
But ill never be brought down, im to far up
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
Never giving up cos your my motivation
Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation
Before a nigga finish put in the work
Giving us children who look up and be inspired
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