2 Many - Goodbye Tomorrow

Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they’re so rowdy

Look a bad boy straight in the face

Tell him I’m a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey

Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they’re so rowdy

Look a bad boy straight in the face

Tell him I’m a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey

Too many people let weak shit slide

They don’t blink their eyes or acknowledge that

Too much politics, participatin', and policies I got problems with

It’s too many fakes in the game, nigga

Too many people that’ll fall for that

I’m too fresh to get involved with that

That’s why you’ll never catch me in any photographs

They tryna block my thoughts 'fore I even talk

I knew right then when I recorded that

Said I need 100

Haven’t seen 100

Get an email saying I owe it back

It’s too many snakes, wolves, animals

Too many people tryna take me for a fool

Too many people ask questions

Not too many know how to do what I do

I got too much to say, so I stay quiet

When I do talk, it’s always met with silence

Confused faces

People usually don’t get what my place is and think I’m wylin'

Never been scared of getting silenced

Let me just break down the science

I got these niggas straight shook and I ain’t even violent

Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they’re so rowdy

Look a bad boy straight in the face

Tell him I’m a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey

Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they’re so rowdy

Look a bad boy straight in the face

Tell him I’m a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey

Lost my train of thought

Cause I trained to win the war

Too many people knock lightly or too politely I knock down doors

Man we too locked on and focused to see these locusts, or any other type of

swarm

Seen a lotta people had to leave from round the scene, they weren’t about what

we’re on (fuck em)

Too many wanna move backwards, or move to hollywood, became actors

I don’t trust the taste of the tastemakers

I don’t fuck with you, ya websites, or pages

Half you niggas boxed in by statistics, the other half are just pretendin'

Too many follow formats then get trapped in mental cages

Cuz all I’m saying’s

They use our shit & demoralize

All the things that we glorify

If that’s just what they got caught on film, imagine all the shit we don’t know

about

Fuck you

Your perspective is irrelevant

Ya’ll will never take me out my element

Too many wanna be bad boys flexin' like they’re so rowdy

Look a bad boy straight in the face

Tell him I’m a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowrey