I Give Up (feat. COS)

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 Fuck rap!
 Til I own my own shit
 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 fuck I been thinkin in my head (damn)
 It's like i never stay sober i just drown in it
 My nigga i gotta just off i just pound in it pound in it
 I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothin
 Make a album 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 album 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
 Shits 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 nigga 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 fuckin 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 (shit)
 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 ass shit! they just like us
 Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange
 (oh wee) we like drew brees niggas 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 album I won't be surprised
 But if i do a couple more an i don't get the prize
 I never be the motherfucka that'll seem to feat
 I GIVE UP!
 I'm sick of this, burnin me like a silphis
 I'm about to disappear niggas call me menso fliks
 A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood
 [Hook]
 Refrain 3xAnnotate