never give up

from the bottom of the bottom climbing to the bottom of the top blacken out my life, the hustle dont stop hope i pop when drop hope I flip if i flop hope there's room at the top cuz the hustle dont stop flow n they moppen haten my rappen like a skater I dropin Come ups I'm coppen not livin just surviven cuz my hustle never stoppin ya think nothin who's under cuttin ya out biddin admitten I'm broke money stays tied on the rise, all for what I double it, then doubles tied.. ..up, no surprise pockets drunk ballen while I'm fuckd up slipped up, fell into another come up the hustle never stop blowing up in my dreams wake up still drunk still rollen out the hustle it dint stop until I'm at the top or my shit show brings the cops they wanna kick ya when ya down haters haten on my sound cuz when I come around they know i stir up the town they gonna miss me so much they wanna keep me down yet they hate me so much they love haten on the sound but only I keep me down stay up blowen up from town to town I'm underground still flippen mixtapes I'm old skool with new cake you flex old money for heaven sake Kids with old cake flexing stale cake, go learn how to bake faker then fake they hate the most when ya gettin it this shit shows deep step into it curtains close Last call sometimes I wanna end it all but the hustle can't stop