Fred E.T. - Never Enough lyrics

[Intro] Hahahaha haaaaaaaa! *yawn* Is this thing on? Welp! Yea so uh I guess this is chapter one Or is it the prologue? I dont know Enjoy! 42! [Verse] Shakin' my head, shakin' my head For no reason these negus read me like a closed book and its open season Gotta bring the waves back so yo hoe can see em Got misogynistic lines i mix in Basic dimes and guys who fail to listen, not my mission, try upliftin' And Im lost inside my copy-cat community it cost to be the deity, I deem to be with righteous people I been close to this cliff Workin to finish and spit up something captivating that Herb the IV Neva heard before You see the green & light up? I see a bunch of herbivores Dammit, I'm a cannibal with Hannibal lectures Chew u alive then i will guide u in a better direction My name is Freddy, the extra terrestrial, tellin ladies and gentlemen to tell a friend while touching base with my celestial Could've gave u someone else's flow, watered down Just to be current, important in the now Not some other neighborhood n***a that never made it out they town Now they grown now Half stepped on pa**ion, got that a** left Write perspectives, you not expectin' Negus try they hardest to be accepted in 2016 More than 16s to get up off my chest b**h Savvy with the talents and good riddance to the textbooks, UH! Southside enigma Grin hit his earlobes Redefinin my meaning of life is what I'm here fo' Reclusive nuisance, laid back, still act foolish Serious moments, know when to adapt to em Show em just how to do it Everyday im improvin' Til the very day i lay in my grave Daisy pushin & soil snoozin So pray for prey if they overlook me Microwave they favorites thoughts I feed nothin but home cookin Let it simmer down Yea my n***a try to practice to what im bringin' To the table, hear my hunger 'til im eatin' Kobe seasoned, all recordings sound like Jordan's apprentice Any limitations created, know it ain't in attendance Your favorite is finished got Faith in a mirror A splittin image of spittin spinach (42!!!) Poetry pop eyes Get it off the muscle, you can neva Shakespeare it Forget to eat Forget to sleep My mind is active Relaxation, more distractions Never enough Negus talk down consciousness When most of it is common sense, uh You know the, hotep, woke wave, bullsh** They claim, shame indigos til they blue in the face Seem like u in a race, not at ya own pace Stay in ya lane How you use ya energy is not the same Negus walk round talk loud, docile to a Rothschild mane Get ya money up hoe, they not throwin' you sh** when ya status is broke, & its never enough Caught up prayin' for a real bad b**h Til yo situation at hand get real bad b**h I just hope I end up givin u something That'll scrunch ya face and make u say "I feel that sh**" Even then.. [Outro x3: Fred E.T.] I might Lose my mind like im runnin out of time They say Faith is what u make Make up yo mind