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Never Quit 2

Never give up, won't call me a quitter My heart's like soap water, so nasty and bitter Do it big, call me gigantic, it's going down, Titanic Got the heart of a lion, never see me panic I got hoes but I ain't farming Ain't giving out handouts, why you got your arm in Stack money, like a junkyard, let it pile-up Don't sleep, I'd rather take the game while you're up See, I'm a hustler, I'm gon' get mine You heard it face-to-face, not through the grapevine I'm a stand-up guy, even when I'm sitting down Like a moving vehicle, I get around Start your crap, that toilet get a flush Wanna fight, get painted, I got my brush I push weight, it's like I'm doing a push-up You're a *****-cat, gettin' handled, with your tush up My trap's like a bomb, all it does is Boom Play with my money, and end up in a tomb Race to the money, I'm passed the finish line I earned my respect, you gotta give me mine

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