Nature - Can't Get Enough lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Twins] I feel on top of the world, I'm never coming back Only to k** all the rats I want all the hot girls, Twin want to rip Always gotta gas up a chick All of my goals and dreams make it real ritz To do this day I don't really have sh**—life's a b**h Move a brick, put some food on my table I never was stable, my brain is too f**ed up Went to the club drinking all liquor up They shoutin' us out, they know the name The grimy one, most of them n***as think I'm insane Lames get popped up with two Glocks I keep rolling up, yo dun I can't stop I'm ‘bout paper, I gotta get it If I don't get it somebody getting stitches One thing on my mind, I know gon' live it [Hook] It's the d**, it's the rush, it's the love, it's the lust It's the money and the fame, and I never get enough It's the liquor in my cup, it's the weed in my dutch It's the reason we gotta get it, fiends what they want It's the d**, it's the rush, it's the love, it's the lust It's the feeling that you feel when there's no one you can trust It's the liquor in my cup, it's the weed in my dutch It's the reason we gotta get it, fiends what they want [Verse 2: Nature] You can try and walk in my shoes, it take miles Living this lifestyle where n***as take vows When I look out the window all I can see is gray clouds Fake n***as congregating, n***as straight clowns Like you working in a circus underneath a tent Smoking up the money that they gonna need for rent I tell them no I ain't perfect, but I don't pretentd So hit me on Facebook, that's only if we're friends I know I be a lot of places and do a lot of things So father forgive me for up and moving out of Queens I know to some I'm just a rapper, say I raise seeds All that really means is that the guns is out of reach How dare a n***a front on me or my team Ain't no way in hell you gon' catch me fighting Roll around in the mud, what the f** I got slugs for that Like, f** a twenty-five-to-life, pa** the judge for that [Hook] [Verse 3: F.T.] I got the mind of a genius, the voice of a monster Looks like a young boy, the heart of a hustler Arms of a gangster, thoughts of a soldier Sober when I'm f**ed up, high when I'm soldier Haters on my shoulders, tell ‘em haters is over Tried other d** but I'm dedicated to doja You talk about guns but you hesitating to load ‘em I'm just having fun, getting paper, drinking, and smoking Don't listen to them, they just hate me ‘cause I'm rolling I got a disease, my pockets is looking swollen Money is the cure, keep stacking until you holding Cars, women, and clothes, music, movies, and clothing Groupies, cuties with booty with Fugees, give me a Trojan I just knew I could do ‘em, screw ‘em, and get ‘em open I don't love ‘em, I hug ‘em, f** ‘em just for the moment Everybody run, there's ‘bout to be an explosion [Hook]