No matter how hard the times may seem
Don't give up on your dreams
Don't give up on your dreams
No broken bridges can turn us around
Cause life is what you want
With some in your heart
Appetite for destruction, me and my caliber finger
Fuckin' that B .S., you hollin', they meanin' nothin'
Shit glistenin', all this champagne pissin'
Freakin' flyin' mileage like a pilot, I get my trips in
You take the bitch out, I take the bitch in
You put your tongue in that mouth, I put my dick in
More money, the more honeys I'm hittin'
They pitchin' that pussy to me, you see, ripkin'
Sappy different from the mimics and gimmicks
Never really got a percentage for the flow we invented
Spend it quick as they print it, ho, I'm right back in it
Truck sent it from O .G., right, light that spinach
Lay back, it's somethin' plush, nigga, lights like tennis
Sugar -raised from back in the day, yeah, I'm like that lemon
Tell them go get they pipes, I put that bright white in it
Motion picture shit, no nightlife in it, mother, mother
No matter how hard the times may seem
Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams
No broken bridges can turn us around
That's what we're searchin' for, we'll soon be found
Me and my boys spinnin' it, your boys J .B. Eminent
Red and green, double G kicks, yeah, they limited
I set the bar for the clothes and the hoes
Hue, blow, black and rose, it's about ten of your shows
Me, I double back and got straight to the O's
I'm thinkin', where would I be if a hustler wasn't me?
XL milk cart and another missin' MC
Plug gave up too, but I paid him for one key
Niggas sweet, I gave a whole half to the gang
And I don't know if vice versa, them niggas'll do the same
But I still love him, still don't put no bitch above him
I maintain P .F. Chain, the whole squad grubbin'
Korean miss, love to eat with her chopsticks
Body sick, and I love fuckin' the topless
Stay dolo, but she got a little squad
Like to find me other chickens, know I love to menage, and that's why
No matter how hard the times may seem
Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams
No broken bridges can turn us around
Cause what we're searchin' for will soon be found
Okay, the Ernie on mic and the hook
I am a lion, where's Miss Diana?
Let them yellow bricks guide us, ridin' up with my niggas
Got no love for these bitches, so fuck them and keep a -movin'
I got no heart, I'm like the Tin Man
Young gun, I'm a brother, them other niggas be drawn
Hop in the nigga bra, she gon' go off the palms
High IQ, women love a haiku
Sittin' sick, you think I'm bullshittin'?
Ask them bitches out, for instance
This right here is nothin', this hip -hop shit, I love it
I'm always changin' clothes, you niggas just change subjects
Fuck shit up like I'm supposed to
Do this shit you won't do, and never let my hoe go
I wear coke shoes, uh
Red bottoms, I'm a better half
Murder, rape, track and learn, hook should be the epitaph
Somethin' you would never catch, never pass, never meet
Nigga grind, never sleep, while I'm livin' on my dreams
No matter how hard the times may seem
Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams
No, no, you niggas can't turn us around
Cause what we're searchin' for
Is just the power of the business
