[Intro: Quelle Chris]
I'm good enough
I'm smart enough
And god damn it people like me (they like me, they really like me, they really like me)
[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
I'm feeling really Sally Field, nigga
One minute you the key, next "who is he?" like Bill Withers
Peasants flock to break us down, the legends build with us
Fans that called us from day one
Each one is still with us
I'm not drill or trill, I'm ill
That shit got no limits
Quelle ain't the first name
But still OB, no gimmicks
Can you dig it?
Or might you be that hating nigga on the sideline
Taking shots 'cause you can't stand to see us moving as a unit
I should not
We pop up with more pot than Netflix got Hitler docs
Caught accolades and props
Why equinox?
You woulda thought we brought in hand grenades and Glocks, the knuckle box
Just to keep the cuts covered and the furnace hot
Bridges, I done built a plenty, haven't burned a lot
Still don't cross 'em off, then I lay low and let the music talk
Clockin' out, might toast the good folks that came out the rocks who's names I won't remember come December but it meant a lot to let me know that
Y'know?
I'm good enough
I'm smart enough
And god damn it people like me (they like me, they really like me, they really like me)
[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
I'm feeling really Sally Field, nigga
One minute you the key, next "who is he?" like Bill Withers
Peasants flock to break us down, the legends build with us
Fans that called us from day one
Each one is still with us
I'm not drill or trill, I'm ill
That shit got no limits
Quelle ain't the first name
But still OB, no gimmicks
Can you dig it?
Or might you be that hating nigga on the sideline
Taking shots 'cause you can't stand to see us moving as a unit
I should not
We pop up with more pot than Netflix got Hitler docs
Caught accolades and props
Why equinox?
You woulda thought we brought in hand grenades and Glocks, the knuckle box
Just to keep the cuts covered and the furnace hot
Bridges, I done built a plenty, haven't burned a lot
Still don't cross 'em off, then I lay low and let the music talk
Clockin' out, might toast the good folks that came out the rocks who's names I won't remember come December but it meant a lot to let me know that
Y'know?
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