Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

The elevator stops, helicopter drops
Fasten your seatbelts, (Where we going?) To the top
Born to fight through the pain and the letdowns
Know when you drained and you beat down
You gotta keep eating, don't ever let 'em push your seat down
When your world's crashing, do like a super hero and leap out
Never let 'em see you weep
Know you can pray if you believe in G-O-D
Believe in yourself or else nobody will
When your voice isn't heard, you gotta yell
It's a constant job to work for that dollar bill
You seen what Hopsin has done without a deal?
I got a couple George Washingtons and a dream
A couple setbacks, more haters slandering
Local rap is the lunch table mixed with anarchy
No leader in sight, just a hundred fucking fantasies

Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

This is all I got going for me
I'm praying that they no longer ignore me
I can't play local shows until I'm fourty
That would brew up a broken heart, no Cory, I'm soaring
Whenever I hear the crowd roar
It's all I could ever ask for
But your mindstate is so different outdoors
In hot weather when you have nothing to vouch for
Seeing cats get more views off of poor moves
Makes me light up, re-ignite that short fuse
Of course you claim you put in work
What you flexing? Rental cars or booty twerks
That's not my kind of music, you see
Strip club anthems are useless for me
I'm in the studio producing that heat
While you dreaming of Miami, you losing your seat, What?

Never give up 'till you get what you give
Never give up 'till you get what you give
Gotta get up, time to show 'em you got a gift
Don't look down, only up top, this is it

I'm not shooting down dreams, just adjusting screens
Laying out scenes for people to know what I mean
If I call myself a king, will you queens
Blow the fuck to smitherines when I achieve my dreams?
If I deem myself and get this green myself
Who are you to question my wealth? My team's twelve
Times the talent your team got, I got a clean shot
Target locked, time to throw the machine shock
Pac raised me as a baby to aim for your spot
Beam to the top and always claim what you've sought
I oughtta be a problem for the industry
Blow the place up like you got fucked up chemistry
Grew up on Williams, Pharrell and Mosley, Timothy
So I know a good beat provides the imagery
Sean Vasey on the track, the epitome of a symphony
I'm telling y'all, never give up, we can do anything. Word.

Never let your dreams die.
Work hard in the meantime
Let me be your inspiration now.
I'm going to the top, It's all I ever dreamed of.
Never giving up until my dream's a reality.
I'm never giving up.
I'm never giving up.