Not Enough Shadows (feat. Peele) Video (MV)

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 f*ckin' dollar store, I might leave this bitch broke
But I'm comin' out with more, and like the f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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
Spun