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feat cos brotha lynch hung - i give up (feat. cos) - brotha lynch hung lyrics

feat. feat cos

[intro]
i give up 5x

[hook: brotha lynch hung]
i give up 5x
i give up 5x

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
yeah a f-ck rap!
til i own my own sh-t
i rather hide in ya closet
an think about ya kids while they sleepin’ the crib
just to make ya mad i been bad
i’ont know what f-ck i been thinkin in my head (d-mn)
it’s like i never stay sober i just drown in it
my n-gg- i gotta just off i just pound in it pound in it
i really feel like i’m doin this sh-t for nothin
make a alb-m in three weeks and it’ll a be tight if ya lucky
and i do it fo the fans cause they love strange music
and its really gettin close before i’m throwin up the deuces
i just did a three alb-m trilogy, george lucas
an i only got a lil bit left to pour into it
and then the gas tank is empty wit no station
an i know a full a hand of emcees that won’t say it
money is the root of all evil ya’ll keep tryin
got you lyin to ya self
when ya’ll keep lyin

[hook]
refrain 3x

[verse 2: cos]
i give it up on it all together
i show’em my love they think its tougha than leatha
i show’em my struggle i just show’em my hand
sh-ts like a puzzle i dont fit in no plans
no i ain’t fit no muslim
i try to stick what i can
they threw a n-gg- overboard
this how i swam
cause this who i am
a high school dropout, convicted felon
you ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin
in the mean time they sellin me dreams
i put my heart on the line
i ripe it right out my sleeves
before the heart overwind, just the feelin between
cause when i’m slope, it don’t bother me
i outta be screamin’ how theses nightmares come when i’m dreamin’
you think i live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin’
and these voices yellin’ at me tellin i need to feed’em
when they f-ckin me so raw, i should be drownin and seaman

[hook]
refrain 3x

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
see, supeshes in the house but ya’ll don’t know about that (sh-t)
you the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap
we the reason the fans understand about our life
see they go though the same -ss sh-t! they just like us
d-mn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange
(oh wee) we like drew brees n-gg-s saints in the game
but i don’t get no losses ain’t o and 3
i eat my meat real fresh it ain’t molded meat
i know the season just started, but i’mma bring the heat
and if this is my last alb-m i won’t be surprised
but if i do a couple more an i don’t get the prize
i never be the motherf-cka that’ll seem to feat
i give up!
i’m sick of this, burnin me like a silphis
i’m about to disappear n-gg-s call me menso fliks
a rob rebecc i’m done take that to the hood

[hook]
refrain 3xannotate

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