redveil & JPEGMAFIA - black enuff (Official Video)

stream “black enuff“ w/ JPEGMAFIA now: tix to upcoming tour: song produced by redveil director: Manny Madrigal writers: paradisee, Manny Madrigal, & redveil producer: Hunter Smalling director of photography: Gabe Hostetler production manager: Khairi Christopher colorist: Ashton Thomas tv processing: Acacias Society titles: Baby Boy follow redveil: all redveil shows, merch more here: #redveil #jpegmafia #blackenuff #officialvideo lyrics: In the sun, I ain’t black enough Oh some funds got him acting up? Nigga jump in a aqueduct Niggas know that you wack as fuck In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough Who been putting in minimal pain? Already showed ‘em it’s up and it’s stuck Wear my scars, who the fuck is ashamed Never me, I’ma keep it a buck You get charred if you step in my range So you might as well stay in the cut I ain’t midas, but stain what i touch I ain’t hiding, I came in to crush, bitch Who told that black boy to hate himself? Who told my sister she ain’t worth a cent? Grin on my face from watching crackers melt Stand on that shit, boy I cannot pretend Niggas ain’t spilling tears when karma dealt I’m just gon’ play a little violin I ain’t gon water down just for some wealth bitch In the sun, I ain’t black enough Oh some funds got him acting up? Nigga jump in a aqueduct Niggas know that you wack as fuck In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough Man they said I ain’t black enough Maybe ‘cause I don’t act enough Niggas out here be acting tough I don’t put on a act for none I came through like a glitch in the game (What?) Talk my shit and I backed it up They still say I ain’t black enough They’ll still say I ain’t black enough This won’t last Three, four tabs I get to acting up Man this cookout is packed as fuck With these crackers y’all asked to lunch That’s the beauty of backing it up (What’s up?) Is my niggas don’t ask for nothing Rather bring out the Source Awards Then they hit up a Grammy brunch Huh I know these niggas ain’t seeing me These niggas never believe in me I know the stakes I know the real from the fake Opinion from media takes I’m at a stage Work like it’s minimum wage For money and critical praise Fuck out the way You better watch what you say Your black life won’t matter today, nigga Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough In the sun, I ain’t Black, black Black, black Black, black enough