Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Might Not Give Up’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Y’all just love me for my lifestyle, baby
Y’all just love me for my lifestyle, uh
Y’all just love me for my
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wake up everyday next to different bitches
I’m still thinking ’bout the times I was wit’ ya
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin’ up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten I probably won’t miss her
Niggas want the juice so they movin’ like Bishop
Elliante got me iced out, yeah, yeah
I ain’t nothin’ like a rapper, I’m an artist
Hundred for a show is light now, light-light
And I need my money right now, swear to God, yeah
F*ck a forty, with a knife I’m crazy
He was frontin’, left blood on the pavement
I was never that bull you should play with
That’s word to my dawg, I’ma stay rich
I’m livin’ the good life, no complainin’
Porn stars in my backyard like a slave ship
Took a blue pill, feel like I was in the Matrix
Shit is too real, it get hard for me to fake it
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wake up everyday next to different bitches
I’m still thinking ’bout the times I was wit’ ya
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin’ up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten, I probably won’t miss her
Niggas want the juice so they movin’ like Bishop
Rock star lifestyle, rock star wife for the ride-ride
Rastafari, love life
My bossin’ will be a life time, yeah
Take the Rolls Royce and the Ferrari, bitch, it’s time out
Take a spoon and fuckin’ peel his motherfuckin’ eyes out
I’m a real mobster, I’m a kind one
I been shinin’ out the rough, I’m a diamond
F*ck it, walk inside the club, change climate
Y’all tellin’ on each other, pigs rhymin’
Ain’t no scrubs ’round me, we all climbin’
Ain’t no subs in the back, I gotta find one
‘Bout to sign to her pussy with my right hand
Yellow stones in the bracelet like a sinus
Gave the dawgs all a ‘Ghini when I signed ’em
I don’t know how to keep her, she albino
SS to a million because how the way she get on top and ride that
Oh, whoa, Minnesota rider girl (girl)
Yeah, I could color all your stones like tie-dye
Get a dermal, put a stone on your side eye
‘Cause I done sold a million pies, yeah, yeah
Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
Taking out her hair, f*ck a pull-up
Your stomach ain’t there, baby, good luck
Welcome her to Barbie life
Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
I just bought a Range with the cream butter guts
Put some Forgiattos on a pickup truck
Eldorado Bronco up in Colorado, yeah
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wake up everyday next to different bitches
I’m still thinking ’bout the times I was wit’ ya
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin’ up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten, I probably won’t miss her
Niggas want the juice so they movin’ like Bishop
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Taking out her hair, f*ck a pull-up
Your stomach ain’t there, baby, good luck
Welcome her to Barbie life
Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
I just bought a Range with the cream butter guts
Put some Forgiattos on a pickup truck
Eldorado Bronco up in Colorado
Yeah, yeah