Fair Enough ft. Dukemsuh Lyrics

Money got our minds tied up in a chain

Friends only kick it thc in our brains

I can fuck her without knowing not a thing

Send hot peppers slow mo in my drank

So we ain't tryin to fight

Don't care what you think

Depressed like a bitch and you the one to blame

This is amerikkka

This amerikkka

So I gotta b a nigga with my finger on the trigger

This is what they expecting make these chains a diamond neckless

If you got it better give it before you make me act reckless

Even though I robbed the shit

I'm thanking God for my blessings

Thanks giving thanks giving

Yea I m thanking that ya giving

I really dont want to make this robbery a killing

And I know you want to go home to your wife and your children

Stop playin stop playin

Just give it lil nigga bloaww

Now I'm a menace to society

All we want is drugs

Cant live this reality

Everybody talk when they think they know about me

Cant trust friends so we call eachother colleagues

Teachers always tell us that we ain't gonna be nothin

When I made more than her salary in just one summer

This amerikkka this amerikkka

They Try to teach something different

Try to take my memory try to make me think that my black skin is the enemy

Can't get a job cuz a list full of felonies

But got a family that depends on me

So now I'm aiming at your kinfolk

Them people watchin cuz they know I m off the antidote

Couse the pressure that I'm holding don't nobody know or don't nobody care

I m guessing that this life ain't fair

Now I'm blasting in the air

Yeah

I can see all the fear in they eyes

I can see how they dress in disguise

I can see all the fear in they eyes

I can see how they dress in disguise

All I need it hannid Benz hannid benz

So much in my mind I need a couple stacks

How you go to sleep with no money on

Hopping at the back of the van with hannid girls

If it ain't a benz I need a cardilac

If it ain't cardiac Il get a Spanish girl

Not just a Spanish girl but the one with curves

Man she'll drive me I know

I m like money and smell like million dollar bill

I m on my way to hell couse I killed the verse

I didn't hesitate I teard a bibble page on revelations

And roll the Blunt just to smoke the verbs

I bet yall know this is international

From sa to us is really far

My high school times had no pocket money and lunch box but i used to carry bars

I m a piece of a shit with a little bit of makaveli in it

Kinda like Biggy smalls check my juicey song got the different flow I m a bad boy

My attitude will always depend on how you really treating me

I can't execute my past

My life is more than just a flash

I m Ex one time

Tjooo tjooo kao chaela dog