[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, n***a
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 n***a 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?
[Bridge: Quelle Chris]
I'm good enough (I'm good enough)
I'm smart enough (I'm smart enough)
And god damn it people like me (you like me, right now, you like me)

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
People joggin' don't mean nothin' when your heart is rotten
My man, I know it be hard as old fake titties to break out your city
Break the chain, you know you bigger than they say you could be
You over heads like hoodies, I over-stand my brother, man
We hand in hand, no bro-mo
You tryna get that promo on the low low
You tryna get that dough up on the dolo
A couple blogs gone said you 'bout to blow so
You tryna keep it humble but deserve more
Each new release is like a royal rumble
You tumble (fall, fall, fall)
You think this shit ain't worth it
And then you catch a message from somebody
Like you gave my life a purpose (oh word?)
Alone but not alone
That reason without reason
Beyond the Terror Dome of dance and song, song and dance
The circle stands upon, but he who plans
Or plans to fail
I know some days it's hard as hell to keep faith in ya self
There's new beginnings on the shelf 'cause, you know
[Outro: Quelle Chris]
You're good enough
You're smart enough
And look, god damn it people like you (they like you, they really like you, they really like you)

Man is not happy alone
But he's alone after all
So stand up when you fall
Word