Not Enough Shadows ft. Peele Lyrics

I think it's not enough, people staring at me and who I've become

Hatin' on the one that's bound to get a number one

And y'all boys get to foldin' as soon as the paper comes

Never rushed but being patient, have a nigga feelin' stuck

Comin' up, I was movin' for the blue like Nipsey Huss

Playin' tough, the type of shit could get you touched

Play with one, you losin' blood like that time of the month

Baby girl, I'm a thug that metro boomin

Put your ass in a trance, the way I'm blowin' words like blunt

So don't you front, cause I'm startin' to feel like love

Ain't the type of thing you want, growin' up, I was told

Boy, this world get cold, made a promise to accomplish

A lot of shit before I'm old, if it ain't rappin' then it's robbin

Both could get a million dollars, baby girl, I'm bein' honest

Honestly, I feel alone

Hoes open up their legs for a Lexus, some cologne

Can't be walkin' with a blunt, she lookin' for Al Capone

Text from her ex, got you lookin' through her phone

They're just friends, they only sexed and had sex, nothin' more

And I'm just tellin' what I know, she see the chain and the fame

Guarantee you get the throat, but I ain't focused on these hoes

I been more into these vocals, only time I give a ring

If she couldn't find her phone, been findin' ways to feed my folks

And like a fuckin' dollar store, I might leave this bitch broke

But I'm comin' out with more, and like the fuckin' top floor

I'm elevatin' numbers, Lord, lookin' like a high score

Where my damn members scoring'

It's a damn celebration, even Kanye West knowin

Only gettin' penetration if the energy is flowin

Hoes come to rock and leave lookin' like Chris

Everybody love to hate, I love to see him hate this

Tryna get cheese, makin' beats like I'm Swiss

Like a fuckin' soda can, the way I make bitches fizz

Slave to the pussy, got whipped and gained the list

Even Prime Mike Tyson can put the iron on this

Or the iron on that, make you wanna bob and weave

When that fire come fast, told my bitch don't get no weave

These niggas lyin' on tracks, told my ex don't go to sleep

Her nigga lyin' on tracks, Microsoft team eatin

Look how much them boys cap, doin' it without a hat

Maybe I should just relax, state a lapse and change the fact

And it'll get me where they at, maybe I don't need to be

I just want my team to eat

Signing autographs, she would think it was a meet

And greet my ex, sendin' paragraphs

But how she still in love with me

New guy in the frame that's photographing where they eat

Think I got a cavity, the way this bitch cap to me

Tired of the lies, tired of the smoke

Tired of hanging around people, enjoying being broke

They gon' love to see you low, so I'm higher than the lowest

For my people do it the most, I treat em' like they golden

They label me as goated and chosen because they know it

I told you this before, and if not here go the quotas

Forever goin' dumb, how the fuck we want diplomas

I aim for number one, but these other niggas blown it

Just look at where I'm from

Raised in the slums, little Southern heat

I get you beatin' like a drum

And if you feel like weezy-wee, won't you put your hands up

S-A-V-N-M-B, put heat together like the sun

Feelin' like a gun, the way I'm shootin' at the stars

I got some bigger dreams than just havin' nice cars

Everything ain't what it seems if you lookin' from afar

Hard to find a good girl if a hoe is all you are

A wise man say, nothing at all

The same thing you hear whenever you try to call

It's just me tryna ball, yeah, they stayin' from afar

Couldn't get a close-up, cause I'm the brightest of stars

I'm the brightest of all, I do this for my city

From the East, livin' large

You know the boy is with he boss, man, I'm in charge

Picked myself, didn't you ever

Look, running shit up

But we still number ones

Don't need no DVDs

Boy they still get ya

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