Zeek the Rapper - Never Give Up Lyrics

Zeek the Rapper, oh I'm finna kill um
Zeek the Rapper know I'm finna kill um
(What?) (Aye)
Murder the track yeah
I murder the track
(Yeah-uh)
And I never give up
So I know ill come back
(Yeah) (What)

You don't talk shit when you see me
One look at you, you a sheep who been sleeping, (Aye)
We live in a war zone of spirit
Won't talk about it, you ain't trynna hear it (Aye)
You ain't trynna open minds
You'r just living out your life
You ain't got a soul in mind
Not even yours, got your true self blind
This ain't a damn bird box challenge
These niggas born with malice
What in the land like Alice
Wondering who I am, rap is my talent
The country is torn right now
Seen aggression formulate from pressure
Gotta question, How big is the scandal
Spread the message
Do it on schedule
Love

I do what I, Love(what) (LOVE)
Fight um all with the Love (what) (LOVE)
Kill um all with the love (what) (LOVE)
Shoot um up with the love (who)(LOVE)
When the war come
The Love (LOVE)

I, Zeek The Rapper, Know I gotta get it
These niggas sleeping
They ain't gotta message
Born with a purpose
You define your own destiny
Keep the peace, Until they testing me
Now is time, To progress everything
Thoughts in my head, Married music, No wedding ring
I can use it like Weaponry
J.K. Rowling or Stephen king
(Woo wooo)
I can read you like book (book)
I can make songs with no hook
I go find beats go boom boom
Dance while I open your mind like a guru
Made money off Clothes sent to Moo moos
Thoughts in my head, Said my dreams, Must pursue through
Persevering trough toxic times
All they just want on my wave

These ho's on my dick
Like I ain't got nothing to say
Like they having they way
These demons want me obey
Fight um everyday
Light gone always lead the way
Turn these sheep into moths for the gains
Fire, my shit making flames
Bodies in the hallways
Hobbies paused all day
You lack love for your name
Get the fuck out my way
Aint bringing me down
My energy you cant tame
You ain't seen me
WILD OUT
WILD OUT
Kinda Similar
But more to say
Y'all fake actors
In a play

To live your dreams
You gotta spazz on it
Every week
Blow another bag on it
In the kitchen cooking
Yeah theres still tags on it
Go Do what you love
Go spread the love
Don't give no fucks
And never give up, Aye

And never give up
And never give
And never give up

And never give up

And we never give up
Never give up
Never give up, Aye

NEVER GIVE UP