DONE ENOUGH Lyrics

They say I'm doing too much

But I ain't done enough

I ain't diving in that pussy

If it ain't wet enough

I'm the same nigga

Down bad

But I done

Beat the odds

I'm Ready to die

For this shit

I send your ass

To God

Yes lord

Class is now in session

They wondered if I could it

This the confirmation

When they talk about this rap

I'm in the conversation

Fuck it I'm the one they hating

Got they bitches

Salivating uhhh

I'm The problem child

I told these niggas not to aggravate me

But they went and woke

The beast up

Now they can't contain it

I don leveled up

From fucking hood bitches

They was basic

Now I got too many options

Center folds

Or front pages

They say I'm doing too much

But I ain't done enough

I ain't diving in that pussy

If it ain't wet enough

I'm the same nigga

Down bad

But I done

Beat the odds

I'm Ready to die

For this shit

I send your ass

To God

Yes lord

Here's my proposition

I'm serving

Murder Murder Murder

To my competition

I'm so sophisticated

To join the family

You gotta be

Initiated

My nigga Ace

Send that work

And I evaluate it

School of hard knocks

Streets were I was educated

Stayed ten toes down

And then I graduated

But I barely made it

I'm still hungry

Like a nigga took my plate

And ate it

I'm serving niggas All year

Won't even contemplate it

Time to know who really real

And who be fabricated

Now they tryna show

A nigga love

Like you never hated

Well too late man

The bomb already detonated

They say I'm doing too much

But I ain't done enough

I ain't diving in that pussy

If it ain't wet enough

I'm the same nigga

Down bad

But I done

Beat the odds

I'm Ready to die

For this shit

I send your ass

To God

Yes lord

I'm the rookie of the year

First album dropped

I got these bitches

Running scared

This the introduction

You ain't ready for this here

Me and ChU Ace Coming up

You bout to clear the air like Bow

If they got a bag

You know I'm there

Closing up another deal

Twenty thousand feet in the air

Look around Like damn

How the fuck I make it here

I'm a product of my environment

The gun shots And violence

Mommas crying sirens

The ghetto birds circling

Dope fiends

And dope boys who be serving em

12 undercover

Everyday steady watching em

See a nigga that we don't know

You know we robbing him

Run that chain

And them Jordan's too

You know what time it is

You got needs I got needs

That's just hood politics

Hit that lick

Covid mask on

And leave no witnesses

But I left that life

I let my youngin go take care of shit

They say I'm doing too much

But I ain't done enough

I ain't diving in that pussy

If it ain't wet enough

I'm the same nigga

Down bad

But I done

Beat the odds

I'm Ready to die

For this shit

I send your ass

To God

Yes lord