Never Enough

There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie Will have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erased me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm goin' too fast 'cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies And gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving To say to me, you had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to about face me 'Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, it's never enough My flow's untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you motherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy – you payin' attention, boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it It get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, it's never enough