Текст песни Give It All You Got - Five & DJ.Fresh

Needle at ninety, tank nearly on empty
If I can't finish this run, somebody better come and get me
I can't pass up a penny, whether its shiny or sticky
Cause these bills are like bad stories, we all have plenty
Some of these margins get thin and logistics get tricky
Some roads are dead ends but some will lead out of the city
So my back is to the wind, no leap is too risky
Cause my chances been slim and my alibi looking flimsy
You goddamn skippy I be gritting with a purpose
The journey feels like home, my destination is uncertain
I've been sprinting towards the skirmish
Begging them to pull my curtains
Really rap pay peanuts, I consider this a service
My actions are priceless but my words are never worthless
Ain't achieved much yet, but what I've got earned it
Believe me I heard them down there telling me to stop
But it was hard to make it out while we was grooving at the top
Speak up bitch

Give it all you got

Let's keep it pushing, pal, this ain't the place for conversation
I don't even like it here and frankly that's an understatement
No negotiations, I ain't tripping off your situation
Truth be told this back and forth be wearing down my fucking patience
Them the stipulations and the prices
You don't like them, shop around
This where we live don't be out here talking loud
Excuse my hyper-vigilance, I'm checking our surroundings
Any night can bring trouble, you know it rarely makes announcements
I've never fought a war that didn't find me first
And never walked into battle without expecting to get hurt
I was never good with numbers and your politics annoy me
I hate taking orders so I'm not a good employee
They call it path dependence
I just say the game is rigged
I'd be half as pessimistic
If they didn't shake the bridge
To the other side of life where its safe to raise a kid
Now I ain't looking for a fight, but can't afford to take a hit
Just pay me

Give it all you got

Momma birthed no buster
The turf raised no quitter
This poverty creates hustlers
But that game makes hitters
So many play the numbers but have the nerve to hate the winners
Return fire or take cover, fall on your blade or surrender
A thousand ways to deliver and a million to stall
Late nights and hot tempers, ain't no chilling involved
They push lines, pull triggers for problems worth killing to solve
Cheap dope and hard liquor keep them spilling the salt
You must be willing to fall if you commit to living fast
Get familiar with those walls or just go run a different track
No detail is too small, you must have cents to get to stacks
And I can't build it up tall letting time slip through the cracks
Been rolling NASCAR gas louder than my exhaust
See no future like The Jack, I let this Bone Thugs knock
While ride with a cabbage patch, little white girl in the glovebox
If the rollers find the strap
I'll play pretend like a card board robot

Give it all you got