Am I Good Enough

[Lyrics from Snippet]

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]

You know what they say

Along with great talent comes great responsibility

[?]

Criticism

House Gang

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

They asking how we keep trucking without the regrets

Made nine lives survive through a thousand deaths

Came in cocky like this new cash king

And won't nothing, a real jam on your new jack swing

They undervalued my awe, killed me but I live with that

Everything the game ever gave me, thought about giving back

Dealt with being doubted, the weak got cherished

Should've been jealous but the real nigga in me wouldn't allow it

Certain shit just instilled in me

It's still about skill to me, but it's only pills in me

My mama telling I might go [?]

[?]

And so I signed up now, let it be in court

Because it's death before dishonor, if I step you on the drama

I put it all on the line and y'all erased that shit

So the question that I face is this: hip-hop—

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" and Joe Budden]

Am I good enough?

Cause I live where niggas don't want to respect you

And want you to die

Go to jail until life [?]

Am I good enough?

Cause all I came in with is my heart, my soul [? ] the skies

Sometimes I felt like I wouldn't survive

Trying not to pay the ultimate price

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]

Eight years old, standing in the mirror

Nah let me rephrase that, rapping in the mirror

Not on no Snow White shit, but magic happenin' in the mirror

Showed the reflection of a king in the making, I grew up

Scheming and taking and bringing the bank and retrieving my cake in the street on the pavement

Police are seeking a payment

Just so I don't meet the arraignment

Singing they've got a cell for me, but I ain't eager to take it

I'm leaving it vacant and I'm thinking I can even escape it

If I get knee deep in entertainment, believe in the faith of the leap that I'm taking

I'm dreaming awake and I'm chasing the change in my life

Put up the gun, pick up a mic

But then I won't be good enough, cause I won't be hood enough

For fans and emotional steet niggas who test you...