Too Good

[Intro: Mumu Fresh]

Too good

Too good

Too, Too

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

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 city

All the crew stood of a 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

Thеy want you on the mic, a zombie

Lyrically against the ficklе listener

Quick to pistol-whip you like you're Chauncey

Then I step wit' 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 seek 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 just might be shunned

I can't even do a Verzuz with none

'Cause I'm one of one

[Chorus: Mumu Fresh]

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

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

[Post-Chorus: Mumu Fresh]

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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, that 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

And since this 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 blat

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 the shit

I ain't wiped mine yet

The greatest of all time

And I got a lifetime left, Tunechi

[Chorus: Mumu Fresh]

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

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

[Outro]

It's crazy

Too good, too

Too good, too good, too

Too good, too good, too