Letra de Never Enough
(Wyler got me going crazy)
(Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up)
I need them racks
(Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up)
I need them racks
She want me to smash
But I'm just tryna get through the madness
Can't stay out the streets, I got habits
I still get love from them addicts
And I do this shit for the trappers
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
I get a pound [?] and then I'ma do it again
Lately I really been up in my bag, I go into Louis, it's ten
She fucked in the past but I really drag 'cause now I be fucking her friend
[?] the block but that is my past, I'm serving them fiends hand to hand
The block really made me, I swear it raised me since a lil' baby, yeah
My life was crazy, different occasions prayed that I'd make it here
I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah
I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah
I take a picture with all of this drip, I'm swagging, I don't need a caption
Expensive fifths and I smoke designer weed, told 'em I like the high fashion
But I'm just tryna get through the madness
Can't stay out the streets, I got habits
And I still get love from them addicts
And I do this shit for the trappers, yeah
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
Sitting thinking in that cell like I might go to prison
Hurt 'bout all my niggas gone, thank God for the ones that's living
All this shit I'm going through but I'm staying strong to the finish
Been through trials and tribulations, I'm staying real to the ending
I got them racks, I ain't going back and forth with a nigga or a bitch, hell nah, this ain't tennis
Whole lotta killers round me and they really love a nigga, they don't give me no price, I send 'em
If you wanna talk money, you can [?]
No, these kicks ain't cheap, five racks on tennis
I'm the heart of the trenches, pray to God 'cause I'm sinning
I'm the realest youngin in it, if I said it then I meant it
I tote that nine with a stick, won't pay no dime to get you hit
You see me shining like a diamond, stand like a [?]
Know selling [?] won't get us rent
We serving them pales, they got us lit
We got some Glocks with cooler kits
And hollow tips to kill you quick
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
But I'm just tryna get through the madness
Can't stay out the streets, I got habits
I still get love from them addicts
And I do this shit for the trappers
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
I get a pound [?] and then I'ma do it again
Lately I really been up in my bag, I go into Louis, it's ten
She fucked in the past but I really drag 'cause now I be fucking her friend
[?] the block but that is my past, I'm serving them fiends hand to hand
The block really made me, I swear it raised me since a lil' baby, yeah
My life was crazy, different occasions prayed that I'd make it here
I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah
I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah
I take a picture with all of this drip, I'm swagging, I don't need a caption
Expensive fifths and I smoke designer weed, told 'em I like the high fashion
But I'm just tryna get through the madness
Can't stay out the streets, I got habits
And I still get love from them addicts
And I do this shit for the trappers, yeah
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
Sitting thinking in that cell like I might go to prison
Hurt 'bout all my niggas gone, thank God for the ones that's living
All this shit I'm going through but I'm staying strong to the finish
Been through trials and tribulations, I'm staying real to the ending
I got them racks, I ain't going back and forth with a nigga or a bitch, hell nah, this ain't tennis
Whole lotta killers round me and they really love a nigga, they don't give me no price, I send 'em
If you wanna talk money, you can [?]
No, these kicks ain't cheap, five racks on tennis
I'm the heart of the trenches, pray to God 'cause I'm sinning
I'm the realest youngin in it, if I said it then I meant it
I tote that nine with a stick, won't pay no dime to get you hit
You see me shining like a diamond, stand like a [?]
Know selling [?] won't get us rent
We serving them pales, they got us lit
We got some Glocks with cooler kits
And hollow tips to kill you quick
See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah
She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah
I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah
Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah
We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing
Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah
I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping
I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah
