| Could give you everything, it’ll never be enough
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| Could spill my guts and it’ll never be enough
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| Fill up my cup and it’ll never be enough
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| Late night bending corners, ain’t no need of waiting up (2x)
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| Brenda had a baby, back in eighty-two
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| Ain’t throw him in the dumpster, instead, she made some room
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| Loved to play the blues, while he was waiting in the womb
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| Even tried to feed him too, with a silver plated spoon
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| Only stating what is true, wide-eyed, with ashy elbows
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| Ended up on Jewell Ave, a ways from Melrose
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| Wore Payless Velcro’s, always wanted the shell-toes
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| Used to ask his folks for the J’s and they said: «Hell, no!»
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| Always felt close without having it all
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| They wasn’t always home, but they was always involved
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| Though the neighborhood programs already installed
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| Didn’t stray too far from the way he was taught
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| Right or wrong, crooked or straight, no looking away
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| And it all, black and white, he partook in the grey
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| Take the good with the bad, every hood is the same
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| And you came to the wrong place if you was looking for saints
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| I say
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| Could give you everything, it’ll never be enough
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| Could spill my guts and it’ll never be enough
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| Fill up my cup and it’ll never be enough
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| Late night bending corners, ain’t no need of waiting up (2x)
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| And pops gave him game, I can tell that you lost
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| Ain’t ever about the wins, but who the hell you done fought
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| Do them crimes by yourself, cause they tellin' the laws
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| Can’t trust blind justice, the scale will be off
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| But, slow money, is better than no money
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| Don’t think I agree, been waiting on show money
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| I was broke as a joke, like nigga, what’s so funny
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| Yet I still got love for niggas that stole from me
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| Heard words like «real» out the mouth of these fake niggas
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| Call each other «Bro», be waiting to snake niggas
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| Ain’t here to entertain or even debate with them
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| If you ain’t really fam, can’t even engage with them
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| See, how I was raised was money don’t make niggas
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| Niggas make money, trip off of the fame nigga
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| When I think about can’t even blame niggas
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| Guess it is what it is I never could hate niggas, but
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| Could give you everything, it’ll never be enough
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| Could spill my guts and it’ll never be enough
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| Fill up my cup and it’ll never be enough
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| Late night bending corners, ain’t no need of waiting up (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Be Enough , by - Stik Figa. Song from the album ...If It's the Last Thing I Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп