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
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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