Enough (feat. Crooked I)

Yeah TP Esco Crooked I
Don't know what it is about this music but
I don't think we can ever get enough
Some say the paper you makin is what you weigh
Some chase the fame so they say that they know your name
Some people claim that I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe Some day but till then
I just can't get enough
Enough is a enough what the hell does that mean
I don't compute error Fallacies
If my papers what I weigh then I need another plate
And What I need ICE for when I don't even skate
Slip dip ride out down to the hideout
When the flame is flickering don't let the FIRE die out
You can Cry out but never say enough
Leave it up to us to be there and call your bluff
So today we here to set it straight
And let you know it aint the lavish things
That's keeping us in place
Its you
How much clearer can we be
Find it in between letter T and letter V
But time ta shatter the Image of the matter
Said we'd knock it out the park well hey batter batter
And Diddle Diddle piper playing on his fiddle
In the middle he was riddled
By dem boys that make it sizzle
We just out here doing our thang
Busting our rhymes aint a damn thang changed
Except we badder colder Young testarosa's
Breadth of success rests on ur own shoulders
So Soldiers time to knuckle up
Go to war with the weak and tell them ta pucker up
Some say the paper you makin is what you weigh
Some chase the fame so they say that they know your name
Some people claim that I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe Some day but till then
I just can't get enough
An old man told me
If you fail to plan then you plan to fail
I was raised in the hood predicted
To be a statistic dead or locked up in jail
Yeah shout out to my mom's she handled her own biz
Shout out to my pops didn't even know his kids
Now I got the landscaper working on the crib
My future is so notoriously big
The past is small shout out to my haters fuck yall
Get a deal then change how I feel
Fuck Nah
Shout out to my supporters too what's up yall
Like tennis I'm just here to bring the racket plus
Star quality homie its all part of me
I'm living my life behind the bars yall pardon me
Cuz my artistry so much of a part of me
It's the soul and heart of me my art is my arteries
Crooked
Some say the paper you making is what you weigh
Some chase the fame so they say that they know your name
Some people claim that I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe Some day but till then
I just can't get enough
Wait a minute
I'm Get it where I feel its equivalent
To the level of something that's so impressive
Influencing every message
With attack and deadly flow
Its doesn't matter when you finish
As long as you on a roll
So roll with me and I'm a tell you just why
You can never get enough and that aint just a state a mind
Bottom line, any time you combine
Or put the letters together in a consecutive line
TP ESCO rewind
Play it back it doesn't matter its ahead of its time
Horizons aint even a vision when you trying to fly
Beyond the gimmicks aint no limit if everybody behind
Me and scoe sipping scotch
With the game on lock
Trading shots
Right until the sun sets just watch
From east to west just look at the evidence
Ever since the very second that I bought my first record
Making music is the medicine
Play it its overdosing
Won't stop till veins are frozen
Emotions run deep till the page turn over
So Until then I just shrug my Shoulders
Some say the paper you making is what you weigh
What you weigh
Some chase the fame so they say that they know your name
Want to be famous
Some people claim that I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Or I'm Insane But I just can't
Maybe Some day but till then
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I'm well to influenced by this music
I don't need the money
I don't need the fame
Got this passion
Yeah light the flame
I just can't get enough
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