Too Good To Be True

[Intro: Mickey Diamond & Scott G]
God Sound, Diamond Dallas, Dark Arts
Scott G (It's me, nigga)
(Black Jesus)

[Verse 1: Scott G & Mickey Diamond]
Twisty top of your fuckin' neck, meet ya Maker
Watchin' your mother cry bring me joy like Anita Baker (Hahaha)
My demons is evil by nature (Right)
Black talents out the Jeep; make you kiss the street (Pussy)
My favourite bitch is shootin', she bussin' then twist the leaf (Pff)
She hit the DM and meet 'em and leave 'em restin' in pieces, the bitch is lethal, I never leave her
Niggas talkin' like hustlers, I don't believe 'em (I Don't)
You nеver had coke on your fingertips unlеss you sniffin' it
I spray, that's a tone under package, made me a dummy brick
The price too good to be true, truth
I bust it open on the only corner where real COAF can food you (Hahaha)
Uh, niggas to gullible, my attitude combustable
Combined with the fact that this fourty-five-inch'll bust at you
Listen, I got no proper visitin' where you live in I'm touchin' you (Boom)
A quick five will have the worst niggas alive discussin' you (Uh)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond & Scott G]
Yo, I'm too familar with bank departments, O'– (Diamond)
Ol' blue byes, my nigga, no Frank Sinatra
We still breakin' records like Curry on the court
Now tell us what you love more, the money or the sport?
Crossover, fade away it, I Micheal J. it (He's on fire!)
Stove still broke, we cook in the mircrowave, I might complain, I'm still blessed, I kill a mic a day
Run your jewels and keep tools like the NRA
I pop the steel and leave you stucked with doctor bills (Boom)
The coupe got the roof missin', like Dr. Phil, uh
We was youngans lookin' for a pipe to steal
Now these little niggas lookin' for a block to drill
It's–, it's danger in the field, no Rodney
RIP little Ronnie, it still feel funny
Niggas wasn't even twenty, fuck it, get money and be cool Before these niggas fuck around and turn your lights out, uh

[Outro: Scott G & Mickey Diamond]
Hahaha
Niggas talkin' like hustlers, I– (Had niggas scared to bring they ice out)
Uh, Godsound (Niggas talkin' like hustlers I–, Boom)
I turn your lights out
Uh (Niggas talkin' like hustlers, I–)
Had niggas scared to bring they ice out
(Black Jesus, niggas talkin' like hustlers, I–)
Diamond Dallas