Giving All That I Got!
Chorus:
In this life that I’m living I’m giving all that I got. (Giving - giving)
Doin it live, taking it straight to the top.
In this life that I’m living I’m given it all that I got.
Doin it right, till the day my casket drops.
In this life that I’m living I’m given it all that I got.
Until the day I die, doin it right.
Person: “Say bra, word is you got some serious game”
Check this out homeboy, to say that I got game is to imply that I’m a player.
In this time that I’m living I’m giving all that I got,
You only live once.
Person: “So do it baby boy, don’t stop”.
To reach the top, I have to persevere through struggles with strife.
Living my life.
Shake and blowing, now I’m rolling out dice.
I take a chance.
Never will I be fool proof.
I have to shatter these glass ceilings and burn the roof.
And test my wings.
I have to take a leap of faith, and understand that I might fall flat on my face.
(Whatever the odds)
As long as I’m doing my best, I stand a better chance at passing my own life’s test.
I invest all my best into my plotted out goals and swim against the current tired, but fired up fa show.
I can’t stop until I’m dead in my grave.
And I refuse to lose or bow down and be a slave.
While I’m running in this rat race some call life,
I think about the many problems.
Am I doing it right?
I can’t stop to worry, I hurry up and pray.
I do unto others how I want to get done today.
I pace myself, and focus on the goals I set,
and tune everything irrelevant out to get…
Closer to my destinations under pressure I chose, to never, no matter the weather, give it up and lose.
Person: “Awe man I thought you was a real player”
Patna jump off your high horse.
Get the ass off your shoulders and listen here.
No fears! No tears!
You got to get a plan, stand and stare in the face of death.
Even if this means your last breathe.
This test, you invest your best energy and time, don’t stress.
Everything’s for a reason, all the reasons serve a bigger flick.
For the benefit of a goal, in the night time when there’s no…
Sunshine on mine, 5N’Dime, Outsidahz, I’m a ridah.
In God I trust flap until I fly.
Dust to dust.
Do or die trying.
Aspiring to live high.
I just don’t mean smoking dosha and trying to get by.
But find a recipe and bake your own pie.
Take your own time.
The ground is really the sky.
Hurricane, when they touch I’m doin it live.
Survive through and everyday fight
Now I hold on tight.
I would love to see the sunlight in my lifetime.
I set a pace in the face of despair...
Say a prayer and leave it alone,
And get gone if I’m right or I’m wrong.
I keep doing till my wheels fall off.
And I got to be about my plotted out plans.
And comprehend that I’m only a man.
Then I stand!
Person: “But how do you do what you do in a day?”
I don’t bullshit and I ain’t got time to play, shoot the breeze, call a heez, or romance the pain.
It’s plain and simple baby-boy.
Life ain’t a game.
Chorus:
In this life that I’m living I’m giving all that I got. (Giving - giving)
Doin it live, taking it straight to the top.
In this life that I’m living I’m given it all that I got.
Doin it right, till the day my casket drops.
In this life that I’m living I’m given it all that I got.
Until the day I die, doin it right.
Person: “Say bra, word is you got some serious game”
Check this out homeboy, to say that I got game is to imply that I’m a player.
In this time that I’m living I’m giving all that I got,
You only live once.
Person: “So do it baby boy, don’t stop”.
To reach the top, I have to persevere through struggles with strife.
Living my life.
Shake and blowing, now I’m rolling out dice.
I take a chance.
Never will I be fool proof.
I have to shatter these glass ceilings and burn the roof.
And test my wings.
I have to take a leap of faith, and understand that I might fall flat on my face.
(Whatever the odds)
As long as I’m doing my best, I stand a better chance at passing my own life’s test.
I invest all my best into my plotted out goals and swim against the current tired, but fired up fa show.
I can’t stop until I’m dead in my grave.
And I refuse to lose or bow down and be a slave.
While I’m running in this rat race some call life,
I think about the many problems.
Am I doing it right?
I can’t stop to worry, I hurry up and pray.
I do unto others how I want to get done today.
I pace myself, and focus on the goals I set,
and tune everything irrelevant out to get…
Closer to my destinations under pressure I chose, to never, no matter the weather, give it up and lose.
Person: “Awe man I thought you was a real player”
Patna jump off your high horse.
Get the ass off your shoulders and listen here.
No fears! No tears!
You got to get a plan, stand and stare in the face of death.
Even if this means your last breathe.
This test, you invest your best energy and time, don’t stress.
Everything’s for a reason, all the reasons serve a bigger flick.
For the benefit of a goal, in the night time when there’s no…
Sunshine on mine, 5N’Dime, Outsidahz, I’m a ridah.
In God I trust flap until I fly.
Dust to dust.
Do or die trying.
Aspiring to live high.
I just don’t mean smoking dosha and trying to get by.
But find a recipe and bake your own pie.
Take your own time.
The ground is really the sky.
Hurricane, when they touch I’m doin it live.
Survive through and everyday fight
Now I hold on tight.
I would love to see the sunlight in my lifetime.
I set a pace in the face of despair...
Say a prayer and leave it alone,
And get gone if I’m right or I’m wrong.
I keep doing till my wheels fall off.
And I got to be about my plotted out plans.
And comprehend that I’m only a man.
Then I stand!
Person: “But how do you do what you do in a day?”
I don’t bullshit and I ain’t got time to play, shoot the breeze, call a heez, or romance the pain.
It’s plain and simple baby-boy.
Life ain’t a game.
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