Too Good

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 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