Never Enough

Hey, Timmy Timmy, put the ball down Get inside where it's safe Hey, why don't you go back inside, man I'm just trying to ball with my bruhs Yeah Perfect Music is all that I know, so kick back I don't f*ck hoes, get the f*ck out my snap And to all of my bros that been slacking on rap Motherfuckers I'm back, there is no going back Better better your crap before calling me whack I've been deep underground, but your boy bout to snap It's been fuzzy, my buddy, I must've relapsed Spitting the bars, I'll go far, that is facts I've been on top of the fuse, not gonna lose, but if I do, it'll blast I don't want any damn views Just want the view where I can sit back and relax I paid up all of my dues, without a crew I don't roll through with a gang, no I believe much in myself, don't need the help Don't need a pack to impact F*ck It's funny, I'm hungry, it's been like ten years I haven't lost passion, I've surpassed my peers I've been through a bitch and I've fought off my fears I fell on my way, but I'm well in the clear My drive on the pedal, don't look at the rear I've been juggling, hustle in I'll persevere You bitches keep talking, but don't do no walking I did it alone, and I'm locking the gear Sitting on top with the rhythm, I kill em I never do feel em, when up on the climb They're talking about me and laughing about it Like f*ck it, I love it, they're wasting their time You'll never get back what you wasted, it's fine Get ready, already a hell of a rhyme You get to a point where you look in the mirror It couldn't be clearer It's therapy time You wouldn't compete with the shit that is mine I stayed up alone every miserable night I put in the work, all I did was the grind So the fruit of my labor is made by design Stick by my side, are you down for the ride The EP is coming, I got it refined I studied the game and I picked at my brain Put the ink in my veins, placed my luck on the dice F*ck it big homies, I'm ready to die Like back in the past, and I'm talking 05 I did what I wanted, I finished an album I stayed very solemn, I did it in strides Don't need any praise, I need money for health I need money for bellies, some food on the shelves I need friends that aren't fake, that'll wish I do well That'll pick my soul up when I'm going through hell When life isn't swell, when the pain is too much When I'm stuck in the muck and about to give up When the weight on my shoulders just batters my strut To the point where I'm lost and I'm nauseous as f*ck I don't rep it enough, so they acting confused I am not new, but depressed I was much Friends I had few, they were blind to my views So giving a f*ck man I don't it won't come And ambition like this, I never had much Still going strong man, I haven't lost touch Said it back then, motherfuck, I won't budge Art to the death, I'ma die with the brush I started off humble, I got out my bubble I still deal with struggle, I cope with the pain Still to this day, I'ma ride with the blade No matter the play it is never enough