Am I Good Enough ft. Zay Heath Lyrics

So let's talk

Some of us are picture perfect

Some of us want pictures worth it

Tell me what you see at night when your vision blurry

Do you think about them choices that don't fit your purpose

Or you just gone fake it til you make it til the curtains closing

Your only competition who you was on yesterday

I'm always thanking God when He let me breathe another day

Mr. Floyd I been so sick since they took your breath away

And Breonna Taylor went to bed and then she woke at heaven gates

Heavens sakes when it's time I hope it's room for me

Cause I know it's pretty full the way they take us off these streets

Praying for my nigga Ty the homie really need some peace

Last month he lost his brothers over 10 grams of weed

And now y'all got the nerve to ask us why we keep a piece

Cause it's babies dying before they even get a chance to speak

If it's bout my lady or my family we 100 deep

All these niggas wanna buzz don't know how y'all let it be

Am I not good enough?

Am I not hood enough?

Am I not real enough?

Fuck what all of they be saying roll up while this Zay Heath playing

Am I not good enough?

Am I not hood enough?

Am I not real enough?

Fuck what all of they be saying roll up while this Zay Heath playing

Scattered depression been tryna rob me from my blessings

Wasn't raised in Florida but doesn't mean that I wasn't destined

To be the one who got the vision and to push the message

For the ones who got it but second guess it before they get it

This a safe place but I could still tell you damage

Tryna maneuver cards and tribulations that you been handed

You take the xanny's and the addies to decrease the damage

Hating that you pop em but always knew this how you managed

When Ryan died a nigga lost his spark for 7 months

Some in my dreams that brodie told me got to level up

Never get consumed by what the government be telling us

Cause truth is always hitting til you start to open pages up

What the fuck you play me for? People been a slave before

Ain't no second chances just a shot with nothing less or more

Nana always told me stay humble whether rich or poor

Fuck you think we speaking for?

Fuck you think I'm preaching for?

We can build our own we did it once ok it's time for more

If you see it you can get it fuck around and open doors

We magical like Gryffindor

Smoking on some Harry Potter

Make you see dumbledore or fuck a couple whores

Lemme stop my mama listening

Know she play me in the kitchen

Good Sunday supper only thing what a nigga missing

Really hope what you been dishing good for the streets

And if you down with the opps ween vegan to no beef

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