Too Good

Marques Turner

So thrown when I write wanna go
Four faces on the two
That I shown
Feeling so cold
But you know I'm the man that you asked for
Sitting on this thrown
Fist balled
Fitting all cause
Stressed by the patience
I waited
Stayed so latent with the shit
Pit dripped
Ill, sick
Twisted but that's in irrelevance
Quested
But I let you Test when you're bested
And I know why my soul don't stroll
On this toll like patrol snatching Pablo
See me whiling
Two or three B’s
Top down
Hair blowing slapping E-40
Finally
On degree above seen
Four D
Trust me
Filing G's in four P's
Steady blowing trees
Lemme revert to thee
Sprouting treasury
You better flee
Getting ugly
Cuz what I say is of importance
Riddled in
Consumer judgment
Fuck with the young squad
You wandered into the nod
Of greatness
For sakeness
Let me say this
I graduated
The problem is I discovered I wasn't handed
The fate to escape
The shit they create
Real in state
Selling goals on a private street
Fit you right into my schedule
Fight the light you might I'll let you
Find it on your own
Grown home like you know
Cloud smoke 9 tokes
You shined
You just wasn't engulfed
Got bic'd
Or was it self inflicted
Constricted
Thought fact
You missed it
You not what you sought
Ya jewels popped
Ya crew dropped
Got Molly whopped
Got waxed on
Then waxed off
But I'ma get sentimental
Finna wreck credential
Coming straight like dental
Flex for the gram so
You Produce
A prison of internal living
Of feeling you more than winning
Religion of pure decision
Fuck with the risen
No poor vision
Funded on sore beginning
Luck never given
Trust
Must cus
You found the product of falling
Then risen outta dust
Just wen you had enough
Slanging low b’s
Know me
And show me love
For the homies I won't judge
But pity upon
All the fitting fathers who started missing a proper glove
You bottle up
Shot above
Fought a dishonored grudge
You fight in the call of grub
You had a nudge
Find your final drug
You can fondle the fathoms of
Potential you had against you
In strait
I ventilate
Baby
You don’t know
How I love you
Cus I keep it low
Don’t tell me you go'n go
Beat too jug
And the steep too gold
Don’t play me with the most
Feed you good
Gotta boast
Read too hood
Got ‘em woke
I’m there
You leave
I’ll go
Baby
You don’t know
How I love you
Cus I keep it low
Don’t tell me you go'n go
Too goody
Yea the feature gold
Don’t really gotta boast
Eat too good
Gotta toast
Beat too hood
Gotta choke
I’m there
You leave
I’ll go
Just think
You find it in your role
To pave the way of fate
Your problem now my toll
You flaw-some
Caution
I woulda lost to a product of knowledge
Ya body match
You a law student
You misuse and I'll prove it
Cruising on two's
With the booze
While the crew real true
Bumping my music
Ya facts not intact
You laxed
Kicking back
Handicapped
In distract
While the past where your minds at
Bold is the flow when I rhyme that
Know what you been told like vine snaps
Crashed in this mass of mishaps
You fast to just pass
Or mis-grasp
The line where your dimes at
Fucked where your mind sat
Relapse like payback
Entrapped
Stay back
Maybach
Stay black
Finally
Ya proud of the so called regality
You had to be
Your casually
The farthest vision I had of me
Baby
You don’t know
How I love you
Cus I keep it low
Don’t tell me you go'n go
Beat too jug
And the steep too gold
Don’t play me with the most
Feed you good
Gotta boast
Read too hood
Got ‘em woke
I’m there
You leave
I’ll go
Baby
You don’t know
How I love you
Cus I keep it low
Don’t tell me you go'n go
Too goody
Yea the feature gold
Don’t really gotta boast
Eat too good
Gotta toast
Beat too hood
Gotta choke
I’m there
You leave
I’ll go

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