Never Enough

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There's not much you could do or say to phase me.

People think I'm a little bit crazy. I get it from all angles, even occasionally Dr.

Drezy'll have to step in every once in a while to save me, to make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things. Sometimes I forget what other people just may think.

A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me if they heard some shit I laid a tape 'fore they erase me. I may be a little too fast-paced and racy.

Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times, 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem like I'm going too fast 'cause my mind is racing.

And I could give a fuck what category you place me, long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone, as long as you place me amongst one of them greats. When I hit the heavenly gates,

I'll be cool beside Jay-Z.

For every single diehard fan who embraced me, I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me, and I'm thankful for the environment that He placed me.

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me. It only made me what I am today, see.

Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me, you ain't gonna make or break me, try to strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G.

You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening, 'cause sooner or later, you haters are all gonna face me.

And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me, you had all this time to think about it.

Now don't pussy out and try to about-face me, 'cause I've been patiently waiting for the day that we finally meet in the same -place to see. . .

-No matter how many battles I've been in and won, no matter how many magazines on my nuts, no matter how many MCs I eat up, oh, it's never enough.

No matter how many battles I've been in and won, no matter how many magazines on my nuts, no matter how many MCs I eat up, oh, oh, it's never -enough.

-My flow's untouchable, now you gotta face it. Uh-oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics.

You go say the wrong shit and get your whole face split. The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it.

I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, crazed it.

You peace talk, save it, your shit sounds dated.

You're overrated, I'm obligated to study your moves and crush you motherfuckers. If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse.

Soldier trained to destroy, are you paying attention, boy?

I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss shit. To be specific, I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic.

My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it.

Shoot it or pop it, roll a bag or chop it. It'll get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it.

When it's hot, it's hot, you're hating, it's undeniable, stop it.

No matter how many battles I've been in and won, no matter how many magazines on my nuts, no matter how many MCs I eat up, oh, it's never enough.

No matter how many battles I've been in and won, no matter how many magazines on my nuts, no matter how many MCs I eat up, oh, oh, it's never enough.