LYRICS FOR "Never Enough"
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
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 s*** I layed to 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 f*** what category you place me
Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
When I the heavenly gates
For every single die-hard fan who embrace 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
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
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake
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 s*** you've been savin'
To say to me
Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out
'Cause I've been patiently waitin' for the day
That we finally meet
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Oh
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Oh
My flow's untouchable
Uh oh
You gon'
The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target
Your peace talk
You're over-rated
To study your moves then crush you m************
If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a curse
Soldier trained to destroy
I spit s***
To be specific I go ballistic
My music is a drug
Shoot it or pop it
It get you high over and over but you gotta cop it
When it's hot it's hot
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Oh
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Oh
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