Can't Give
I think imma give it 'till I cant give
Everybody eating like a banquet
Uh uh
Yuh
Turn that kick up till it break shit
I just need that change for a chain and a bracelet
But I been chasing fame that's why I make shit
Caught up in a maze but I'm racing and wonder why I'm pacing it
Taking hits until it split my brain like The thang that they hit Cobain with
Bitch I'm faded whew
Gotta get my mind numb
Get a pad and right sumn
Don't know when my time come
Spilling hella rhymes and my guts
Cut the tape and when it drop, it might flub
Just account of my luck
Rappers want a taste of my blood
But I write with it when they bitin' it they find none
Why they hit my line for advice When I got my vices
Man what the fuck have I done
Put in time and got none
I think imma give it 'till I cant give
Everybody eating like a banquet
Uh uh
Yuh
Turn that kick up till it break shit
I just need that change for a chain and a bracelet
But I been chasing fame that's why I make shit
Caught up in a maze but I'm racing and wonder why I'm pacing it
Taking hits until it split my brain like The thang that they hit Cobain with
Bitch I'm faded whew
Everybody eating like a banquet
Uh uh
Yuh
Turn that kick up till it break shit
I just need that change for a chain and a bracelet
But I been chasing fame that's why I make shit
Caught up in a maze but I'm racing and wonder why I'm pacing it
Taking hits until it split my brain like The thang that they hit Cobain with
Bitch I'm faded whew
Gotta get my mind numb
Get a pad and right sumn
Don't know when my time come
Spilling hella rhymes and my guts
Cut the tape and when it drop, it might flub
Just account of my luck
Rappers want a taste of my blood
But I write with it when they bitin' it they find none
Why they hit my line for advice When I got my vices
Man what the fuck have I done
Put in time and got none
I think imma give it 'till I cant give
Everybody eating like a banquet
Uh uh
Yuh
Turn that kick up till it break shit
I just need that change for a chain and a bracelet
But I been chasing fame that's why I make shit
Caught up in a maze but I'm racing and wonder why I'm pacing it
Taking hits until it split my brain like The thang that they hit Cobain with
Bitch I'm faded whew
Credits
Writer(s): Torin Messer
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