Too Good (feat. Mumu Fresh)

Too good (too good) Too good (too good) Too good (too good) Too good (too good) One of the coolest to rep my sec Only the foolish neglect projects Coming from the newest and blessed by Tech Clergy of cray's, worthy of praise like Anubis and Wepwawet Dismiss what I play to thee, a Damu could muster wrong Suge Slick spit from a hater see, all the crew stood over strong wood Mystics with the fate of T, read I'll move hoods, bruh yo' song should Critics what they say to me is that I'm too good for my own good A lotta my people in circles 'round the hood, they treat my music like a blondie Too much emotion and too many cadences, they want you on the mic, a zombie Lyrically against the fickle listener, quick to pistol-whip you like you're Chauncey And I step with a thickie like Ashanti Spit a web of witty, quite Anansi If you spit ridiculous and raise the bar up They don't wanna reach it, and won't ever see it the moment I speak it Don't wanna receive it, the one I'm alone at the top You become so invisible to them, your name don't spark up Opponent I'll beat it, I'm only conceited The dome it competed, the tone it retreated They running, I'm gone and forgot Rigorous fail when idols give it Wicked as hell and pyro with it Gibberish sells and I grow vicious Nigga this Del in Hieroglyphics Too good at a thing, you might just be (shunned!) I can't even do a Verzuz with (none!) 'Cause I'm one of (one!) I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too good I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too What else can I do? Standing next to you But ruin your career Exacerbate your fear Make it, so you can't ever ever ever ever come back around here Uh Too good, no, I'm too great I'm like two trey with the flu weight Talking shit and outta toothpaste Big Bs, Bobby Boucher On my wrist, I got the skeleton Richie with the see-through face Drive the whip without the toupee Pregnant pistol got a due date I'm too good for my own good I cross my heart, I knock on wood I lost my heart, I found my foot I stand my ground and ground I stood I walk my walk, that ground is shook That time I bought, that time I took That time I put inside these thoughts Since this is art, they gotta look, look I'm one of the boolest to rep my set I don't do computers, but I sipped high-tech I don't do computers, but my chips like that I don't do computers, but my shooters put a bullet wound in ya apple It look bit like Mac Just like that, like this like that, my drip like splat With lips like that, she kiss my gat, just might blatt! Beat the beat up like this track tryna fist fight back When the producer heard this verse, it left his eye black Ask my chef I eat rappers, I like mines prepped Still an ex-con, feeling like the only icon left That's real shit, I'm still a shit, I ain't wiped mine yet The greatest of all time, and I got a lifetime left, Tunechi I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too good I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too I'm just too good for my own good I'm just too, I'm just too good I'm too good, yeah It's crazy Too good, too Too good, too good, too Too good, too good, too