Never Enough Lyrics

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 fuck hoes, get the fuck 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

Fuck

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 fuck 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

Fuck 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 fuck

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 fuck 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