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never give up - lingo & marshall law lyrics

[intro: marshall law, donny hathaway]
givin’ up is hard to do
(errr) listen

[verse 1: marshall law]
giving up ain’t in my dna (nah!)
i wouldn’t put this mic down, right now, if the motherf*cking reaper came
i make your speakers bang and compliment the bass
so out of this world, i should have a continent in sp*ce (ah*hoo, ah*hoo)
i’m the opposite of fake, i don’t sugar cold sh*t
even when i’m out of place, i ain’t ever been homesick
i should, but i won’t quit (nah)
’cause now, at the moment, i’m making somethin’ out of nothin’ to give them my hope sh*t (uh)
let’s say it don’t pan out, and i don’t make no chips
any, not because i love it than anymore four kids
whenever i’m hopeless, i smoke piff and writе a verse or two
it’s like thеrapy, so i don’t cop a bunch of percs to do
i’ll make music work for me, if it don’t work for you
y’all can have the emo lane, i’m doing circle two
certain dudes ain’t meant to lose and give up (nope)
even when you fall, give it your all, ’cause you only live once (ez!)

[chorus: lingo, donny hathaway]
never give up, never give up
you falled down, and you gotta get up, so get up
i’ve been kicked in the dirt, i live for this work
hundred percent, give what it’s worth, so
never give up, never give up
you knocked me down, and i gotta get up, so get up
i give my all, never anything less
’til i make it, imma never be set
givin’ up is hard to do
[verse 2: lingo]
(uh) givin’ up, that ain’t part of my vocab (ya)
that’s why i put my heart on a notepad (yeah)
spark in the floor, that
made it so i’m calling my own pap’, plus the beat bang (uh), hit hard with a solo clap (uh huh)
so go back (go back) wherever you came
how the h*ll you gon’ bury the game? (how?)
hip*hop never died, if it ever remains (uh huh)
now i’m leaving in embedded brains (ayy)
deadly as flames, spit it, i play the winner (winner)
sh*t, you should know by now i ain’t a quitter (you know)
it’s my time, i’m eatin’ your plate for dinner (uh huh)
looking a fine line between satan’s sinner (yeah)
get the picture, captured men’s high death
like passenger 5.7., i jack it and fly fresh (fly fresh)
you can hear the passion in my breath, so said it, it’s told imma be rapping ’til my death

- lingo marshall law lyrics

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