AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH Video (MV)

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy, Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy, Mercy
I could sound like Cassper, I could sound like Nasty, I could sound like Ricky but still y'all wouldn't love me
Still y'all wouldn't praise me, still y'all wouldn't trust me
Still y'all wouldn't vibe to my shit, y'all wouldn't bump me
I could sound like Jabba, I could sound like Pro Kid, I could rap like A-Reece still y'all wouldn't love me
Still y'all wouldn't praise me
Still y'all wouldn't vibe to my shit, y'all wouldn't bump me
Y'all wouldn't
So let me talk my shit
So let me talk my shit
Let me talk my, shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my, shit
So let me talk my shit
So let me talk my shit
Let me talk my, shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my
With all due disrespect, I'm coming in militant
The greatest of my time ma nigga, f*ck due diligence
I'm in my element, tryna be a rap veteran
If you could pull out your picky and aim it at the better man
I bet I, knock him clean out with all due disrespect
I'll f*cking, yank his spleen out with all due disrespect
Then get to, stomp his head out with all due disrespect
Dessert Eagle pow, pow, pow, with all due disrespect
Plenty more, all of them dollars I'm gunning for
Y'all ready know I want pockets that's deeper than Kira Noir
Got me coming for more, young nigga lookin' like Kaby Lame
Got the whole game on my back like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Kindly allow me to, take this shit deep as a f*cking enema
On the Mic I'm an animal, chew rappers up like cannibal
You could swear that I'm Hannibal, exposing these cats
Proving wrong whoever said I would do wrong motherf*cker
And I pray the Lord got nothing but Lamborghini Mercy on me
MAD T.O.P, cuss out my demons by yellin' ven aqui
No hold on me, scrollin' through life tryna find the missing key
Oh T.O.P, I pray you find solace in the God in thee
And you prolly the illest they ever saw
Spitting metaphors, leaving they gazers lookin' macaw
These prolific writtens shattering jaw
As you take a bow, I'm hoping you will leave em in awe
And no Zulu shall ever Shaka the boy
That's over they head, these bars care to afred
They mad coz, that street bully been f*cking led
We aiming straight at the stars and stacking up hella bread
We outchea, got rest of y'all vouch here
Mad T.O.P, been a father to these rappers outchea
I been babysit outchea, smacking kids outchea, I been lyrical goat here
Like a faulty wire fire, I been f*cking unmatched here
These wrongs of mine, I'll let em shine
This life I live, by God's design
I hope I meet my maker, in broad f*cking daylight
So I could ask him why the f*ck his blessings ain't a part of my life
These wrongs of mine, I'll let em shine
This life I live, by God's design
I hope I meet my maker, in broad f*cking daylight
So I could ask him why the f*ck his blessings ain't a part of my life
I could sound like Cassper, I could sound like Nasty, I could sound like Ricky but still y'all wouldn't love me
Still y'all wouldn't praise me, still y'all wouldn't trust me
Still y'all wouldn't vibe to my shit, y'all wouldn't bump me
I could sound like Jabba, I could sound like Pro Kid, I could rap like A-Reece still y'all wouldn't love me
Still y'all wouldn't praise me
Still y'all wouldn't vibe to my shit, y'all wouldn't bump me
Y'all wouldn't
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
F*ck y'all, I'm good enough for this rap shit
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
Am I not good enough for this rap shit
F*ck y'all, I'm good enough for this rap shit