2020 ft. S. Finesse

How could I ever give this up

This all that I know, I know one thing fasho

No I'm not tryna go, ain't no slippin' up

Like no matter how cold, we gon' get past these lows

We can't get back those days, so let's pick it up

I been runnin' a race, tryna find out my place

It ain't shit else to say but to live it up

I hear voices that say I should give it up

Fuck 'em, we all got some demons, gotta learn how to lay wit 'em

Too many people I love gotta stay with 'em

Why it's so hard to count blessings, when I done had blessings and

I got some brothers that's still tryna pray for 'em