| Uh, never good enough
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| Baby nothin’s ever good enough
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| Uh, it’s what? |
| Uh
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| Nothin’s ever good enough
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| Hollywood, think he too good for us
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| Nigga’s emo, he ain’t in the hood enough
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| How 'bout he’s just misunderstood to us
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| Vision is fine, I can still hear
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| (So) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear
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| Cause why? |
| (Cause why?) Nothin’s ever good enough
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| I’m just lookin for somethin, good enough
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| Wonder where his mind is
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| If everyone’s impression is wrong then maybe mine is
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| Jury’s out, but the verdict’s in
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| Case ain’t been heard, so how they murderin him?
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| I appear to be arrogant, that’s what they instilled in me
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| Took it as a weakness when I showed 'em humility
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| Insensitive, don’t waste time tryin to tell me
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| what emotions is — I’m emotionless
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| I can’t explain it, it comes from home
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| Make me uncomfortable and you gon' put me in a comfort zone
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| Double is me, feel what I feel and know he’s strugglin
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| Be tryin to get depression and sufferin from ME
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| When your head’s cluttered with noise you get lost
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| Am I isolated by choice or by force?
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| Listen, the FUCK y’all expect from me?
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| Already given y’all the best of me
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| But it seem like!
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| Nothin’s ever good enough
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| Hollywood, think he too good for us
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| Nigga’s emo, he ain’t in the hood enough
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| How 'bout he’s just misunderstood to us
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| Vision is fine, I can still hear
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| (So I) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear
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| Cause, just one wasn’t good enough
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| Crushin it in rum wasn’t good enough
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| The baddest girl wouldn’t be good enough
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| All the cash in the world ain’t good enough
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| (Why?) Cause you can go your hardest for your fans
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| But like you they only human so they may not understand that
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| I used to always try to be good enough
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| And couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t good enough
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| So instead of bein good enough
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| I just wan' be better, than good enough
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| The FRUCK’s goin on around here?
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| Contrivin and conformin is the norm around here
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| It’s tension, speak up and violence gets mentioned
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| In the world where everybody gets by off silenced opinions
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| And so I cut the red tape and the politics
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| Know it’s there, I’m just the only nigga to acknowledge it
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| Learn from the acts that came before ya and retain the lawyer
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| They told me, «Once you get the fame you get the paranoia»
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| They say that he a has-been, irrelevant
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| But e’ry word I say niggaz get hella bent
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| Tell you why I’m off of the charts, or on the bottom of your bracket
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| I rap through the heart and some niggaz lack it
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| So I get why I’m greeted with spite
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| Got nerve bein the truth, life’s fine with them believin a lie!
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| Even I no longer know what to expect from me
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| But y’all have yet to see the best in me
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| Still it seem like!
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| Check it; |
| I want it all, that’s why I strive for it
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| Diss me and you normally hear a reply for it
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| But I’m startin my maturation
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| and ignore 'em, let 'em continue they masturbation
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| Say my actions don’t match what I’m spittin
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| So I tell 'em mind they business and let me stray
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| They say that you becomin a walkin contradiction
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| I tell 'em people change every day
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| I tell 'em I’ve been makin my own decisions since a teen
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| Tell me who the fuck is y’all to intervene — here’s a lesson
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| I’m good enough for me, a nigga seem to be perfection
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| Fifty grand, V.I.P., queens, imperfections
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| Far from a beginner, nigga ain’t a white belt
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| Cry me a river, and I’ll turn into Mike Phelps
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| I’m just givin y’all the best of me
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| And y’all just turn that into stress for me
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| And so it seem like! |