Not Enough - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Young Chop on the beat)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what she mean to me, it's not enough

Ayy, shawty wanna cling to me, bitch, you a bug

I was taught to feed the streets and show no love

My heart on fifteen degrees, you out of luck

A blockhead, play with bands, you drop dead

You know where I stand, on them stairs where rocks at

Beam on the Glock red, get off meds and pop heads

Ayy, ya heard what I said, on my mans, we not playin'

If you run up on that field, you better play ball

We not worried 'bout the opposition, they soft

We might catch a nigga lackin', blow his facе off

I heard shorty disappeared, hе better stay gone

Walk through the night, my hoodie on just like I'm Trayvon

Ayy, trust me, baby, I'm not that nigga you should trade on

Ayy, I got money, they envy me, I'm what these niggas hate on

Ayy, and I come from nothin', I got rich, but it ain't take long

I was sixteen, told mama, "Not on the way home"

I just want a bankroll, we trappin' for the pesos

Shawty say she love me, but I know it's fake, though

Bitch, this shit get ugly, ask them niggas, they know

Bed got heavy ever since I brought the weight home