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letra de felt like giving up - starlito

[intro]
lil lody on the track
(it’s lito, it’s lito)
uh

[chorus]
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (swear to god)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge (d-mn)
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama heart
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (swear to god)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama heart (wow)
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard

[verse 1]
i had lost my last bet in six and eight (bet)
older n-gga for an a, just had a sip of yay
play with n-ggas’ money, leave the pistol play (bah)
now he know where i stay, but i was on this sh-t daily
where i’ma hustle at? (huh?) i couldn’t switch locations
i had to get to scr-pin’, he callin’ like, “did you forget the payment?”
i don’t have twenty-seven-hunnid-fifty dollars worth of pages
i had some complications, i’m ’bout to whip it straight
short n-ggas, whop a n-gga
n-gga come short, i’ll pop a n-gga (baow)
servin’ ’round the clock, got both doors of the spot wit’ a choppa, n-gga
gotta pay this n-gga, gotta shop this n-gga
woulda ran off, it was not my n-gga
call us over like make this bubble double
and that’s just old when you drop, my n-gga
in deep ’cause the six, catch me in the brick
fit a lotta grams by the stop sign, n-gga
tote a big strap, i done shot, my n-gga
turned eighteen, never stopped buyin’ pistols
commas [?] when i got signed, n-gga
come to find out they was not my n-ggas
i ain’t worried ’bout ’em, i ain’t got time, n-gga
never take me off my grind, k!lla, grind hard
[chorus]
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (yeah, lito)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama’s heart
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (swear god)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge (d-mn)
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama heart
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard

[verse 2]
i lost faith when i gained riches, lord forgive
lost friends and i gained b-tches, that ain’t nothin’
fake phony muh’f-ckas snitchin’, that ain’t nothin’ either
big percy ain’t have sh-t on his record but a misdemeanor
wrong kids gettin’ bigger, he don’t get to see ’em
i swear this sh-t depressin’, all my n-ggas leavin’
odds ain’t nowhere near even on us gettin’ even
crooked lawyers winnin’, i swear them b-tches grievin’
probably playin’ golf with the district attorney (b-tch)
gave my n-gga twenty after givin’ him thirty
grand, sh-t real, i ain’t even playin’
still payin’ on cuz’s case, you feel what i’m sayin’?
d-mn, not to mention all the open cases
every n-gga on the road with me on probation
either that or five figure bonds
either that or it’s like f-ck ’em, run, n-gga, run
[chorus]
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (swear to god)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge (d-mn)
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama heart (ah, man)
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard (grind hard)
i felt like giving up before, i swear to god (yeah, swear to god)
ain’t got no work, ain’t got no job, caught another charge (d-mn)
if i die or go to jail, it’d break my mama heart (ah, man)
i promise i’ma grind so f-ckin’ hard

[outro]
uh, yeah

- starlito

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