Dont let Up
I don't let up I just step up I don't complain I just get up
When I get low keep my head up
Had to stay down get my bread up
I don't let up (I ain't never had shit)
I don't let up I don't let up
I ain't never had shit in my whole life Street nigga did a lot of wrong I'm tryna do right
I'm hustlin' hope I make it back home tonight If I don't aint shit up I'm probably livin
Life gettin' to the money early morning shit nigga
This that shit that'll get you rich This that shit
This that shit that'll get you rich
Tryna turn nothin' into somethin' Niggas peepin' in my kitchen
They heard my motherfuckin' pot bubblin' Thought I lost it I never stop hustlin
'Cause a nigga can't what to say that gave you somethin
I don't need no new niggas round me The extra weight these niggas bring a probably drown me
Not a fan of these niggas I'm a fan of me Ain't gon' be in my presence unless you payin' me
I ain't with the hype I been in my new bag I ain't tryna fight
Boy I'll shoot ya ass gotta jump fresh For the times I was lookin' bad
I was down on my ass starvin' with no cash
Bitches still tell me I'm fine
And when I hit the pussy bitch fall right in line
Guarantee a bitch'll never make me lose a dime I'd be in jail if spinnin' bitches was a crime
Nigga think they can fuck with me Might as well come get up with me nigga
I got shit that'll make you smile
Make you frown turn your world upside down
I don't let up I just step up I don't complain I just get up
When I get low keep my head up I don't let up I don't let up
I don't let up I don't let up I don't let up I don't let up
You gotta stay away from suckas Don't be a motherfuckin' thief at all times
Be a hustler I'm on the come up you hatin' then it's
Fuck ya
Grind all winter I'll see you in the summer
Or I might not
A nigga throw a punch at street oh he tough now
That type of shit get you bust now
Back then dawg was scary but he tough now
Shorty asked me why I got the strap on me I did a lot of shit I know might fall back on me
One thing a nigga won't do is smack on me
And blow that bitch if you ever up a strap on me
I'm so stuck in my ways
Every day a nigga tryna get paid
Bitches in my DM tryna fuck they all get played
Still the same skinny black ass nigga with the waves
Still the same nigga mask up put down the play
Bitches study me how I walk how I step
A nigga probably shoot me cause my right
'Cause my left
I'm from the east side
Where you watch what you rep
Get ya top peeled back if I feel disrespect
When I get low keep my head up
Had to stay down get my bread up
I don't let up (I ain't never had shit)
I don't let up I don't let up
I ain't never had shit in my whole life Street nigga did a lot of wrong I'm tryna do right
I'm hustlin' hope I make it back home tonight If I don't aint shit up I'm probably livin
Life gettin' to the money early morning shit nigga
This that shit that'll get you rich This that shit
This that shit that'll get you rich
Tryna turn nothin' into somethin' Niggas peepin' in my kitchen
They heard my motherfuckin' pot bubblin' Thought I lost it I never stop hustlin
'Cause a nigga can't what to say that gave you somethin
I don't need no new niggas round me The extra weight these niggas bring a probably drown me
Not a fan of these niggas I'm a fan of me Ain't gon' be in my presence unless you payin' me
I ain't with the hype I been in my new bag I ain't tryna fight
Boy I'll shoot ya ass gotta jump fresh For the times I was lookin' bad
I was down on my ass starvin' with no cash
Bitches still tell me I'm fine
And when I hit the pussy bitch fall right in line
Guarantee a bitch'll never make me lose a dime I'd be in jail if spinnin' bitches was a crime
Nigga think they can fuck with me Might as well come get up with me nigga
I got shit that'll make you smile
Make you frown turn your world upside down
I don't let up I just step up I don't complain I just get up
When I get low keep my head up I don't let up I don't let up
I don't let up I don't let up I don't let up I don't let up
You gotta stay away from suckas Don't be a motherfuckin' thief at all times
Be a hustler I'm on the come up you hatin' then it's
Fuck ya
Grind all winter I'll see you in the summer
Or I might not
A nigga throw a punch at street oh he tough now
That type of shit get you bust now
Back then dawg was scary but he tough now
Shorty asked me why I got the strap on me I did a lot of shit I know might fall back on me
One thing a nigga won't do is smack on me
And blow that bitch if you ever up a strap on me
I'm so stuck in my ways
Every day a nigga tryna get paid
Bitches in my DM tryna fuck they all get played
Still the same skinny black ass nigga with the waves
Still the same nigga mask up put down the play
Bitches study me how I walk how I step
A nigga probably shoot me cause my right
'Cause my left
I'm from the east side
Where you watch what you rep
Get ya top peeled back if I feel disrespect
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Writer(s): Jevon Thomas
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