"Give It Up" lyrics
Armani, Give it up your dream
You're gon' make just for live
I'm the best, got my God on my side
I be cutting off these fake friends like a piece of pie
I'm a good boy at heart and I'm pretty outside
But I be to myself, I don't even be outside
But I'm shaking all my hoops, texting back my whoopty whoop
And I'm working on my card but one day I'll get a coupe
Used to be with hella people, I was solo in the group
Everybody's turning back on me but this ain't nothing new
But it's cool, I'm not stressed about it
I don't even catch about it
Phone on DND, not the type to even text about it
And I'm going up, not the type to go and flex about it
I'ma run that app
At the tomb I need to check him
They say I'm sending police
It's giving him prophecy
Only God can judge
And he's fulfilling my prophecy
Locking out the hate
Tell these losers get off off of me
Father up above
Is the only man that's topping
G-I-V-E
Don't give up on me
G-I-V-E
Don't give up on me
G-I-V-E, don't give up on me
Don't give up on me, I'ma make it to the leagues
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
Give it up for me, I'll make a million dreams
Um, give it up for me, I made it up to nineteen
Been in five years, I'ma be up on your TV screen
Dropping out of college I couldn't afford a thing
So lately I been feeling like I'm chasing wrong dreams
But I can't let them see me down
Everybody looking now
Waiting for my ball
So I'm standing on my footies now
Passing me the pan
Labels got me doing cooking now
When I drop this album
Bitch you imma get some bookies now
You want me to flop, sad to say, I'm not phased
I'ma get some flex, boy, I ain't talkin' phase
And every time I eat a wrapper, I'ma say my grace
'Cause Lord knows I can smoke all of 'em, no bait
Yeah, no shade, wait, we all shade
'Cause I'ma make 'em crash out, need all safe
And I'ma pass the text, I'ma get all A's
And I just dropped that album up the year November eighth
America's Next Top Rapper, that's me
Next Top Rapper, that's me
Yeah, yeah, you know who I is and what I be
Don't give up on your dreams
You're gon' make just for live
I'm the best, got my God on my side
I be cutting off these fake friends like a piece of pie
I'm a good boy at heart and I'm pretty outside
But I be to myself, I don't even be outside
But I'm shaking all my hoops, texting back my whoopty whoop
And I'm working on my card but one day I'll get a coupe
Used to be with hella people, I was solo in the group
Everybody's turning back on me but this ain't nothing new
But it's cool, I'm not stressed about it
I don't even catch about it
Phone on DND, not the type to even text about it
And I'm going up, not the type to go and flex about it
I'ma run that app
At the tomb I need to check him
They say I'm sending police
It's giving him prophecy
Only God can judge
And he's fulfilling my prophecy
Locking out the hate
Tell these losers get off off of me
Father up above
Is the only man that's topping
G-I-V-E
Don't give up on me
G-I-V-E
Don't give up on me
G-I-V-E, don't give up on me
Don't give up on me, I'ma make it to the leagues
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
G-I-V-E, give it up for me
Give it up for me, I'll make a million dreams
Um, give it up for me, I made it up to nineteen
Been in five years, I'ma be up on your TV screen
Dropping out of college I couldn't afford a thing
So lately I been feeling like I'm chasing wrong dreams
But I can't let them see me down
Everybody looking now
Waiting for my ball
So I'm standing on my footies now
Passing me the pan
Labels got me doing cooking now
When I drop this album
Bitch you imma get some bookies now
You want me to flop, sad to say, I'm not phased
I'ma get some flex, boy, I ain't talkin' phase
And every time I eat a wrapper, I'ma say my grace
'Cause Lord knows I can smoke all of 'em, no bait
Yeah, no shade, wait, we all shade
'Cause I'ma make 'em crash out, need all safe
And I'ma pass the text, I'ma get all A's
And I just dropped that album up the year November eighth
America's Next Top Rapper, that's me
Next Top Rapper, that's me
Yeah, yeah, you know who I is and what I be
Don't give up on your dreams
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Curt Harris
