Simple

Blame it on me
I ain't the guy I was hoping to be
Asking yourself
Like where would I be if wasn't for heem
The American dream
I caught a Z
Sleeping on Butchy uncommon to me
I want to the smoke like cigars with the heat
I go far on the beat
Feigning for space I get lost in the street (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
None of these niggas fuckin wit me!
All I see is clip that's empty
All I see is fake love and envy
While I been putting on since rockin the 10 Deep
Focus
I rock shit wit devotion
Weather the storm then reanalyze the motion
Filled with emotions planned to drown em down the ocean
Nigga was fucked up and hopeless
I want the bag and etc
I got the Mac in the Telly tuck
My self respect you can't get it from me
Nigga you soft like a teletubby
I rock the pink like the Easter bunny
Two Cuban links that can do the Dougie
In that big body bitch looking Buffy
I look too good for the bad and ugly
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)
I'm too good for that simple shit (woah)