[Talking]

I'm just trying to be better than "good enough," ya know?
Treazy what up? What up?
K. Stark what up? What up?

[Chorus]
(K. Stark & J.B.)

They told me homie "you ain't good enough"/
So I went to work and put my hoodie up/
And now there ain't nobody that's as good as us/
I realized that being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
And you can say what you want but I'm good enough for me/
AND WORK TILL THOSE WHO SAY THOSE THINGS AINT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME, LETS GET IT/

[Verse 1]
(Treazy)

See I could do this beat some justice/
The irony is if I put my hood on while I did it, then they wouldn't give me justice/
And I came to cause a ruckus, hate these nigga's like I'm Ruckus/
Told em I was bustin', shot me down like it was nothin'/
Came in with a big mouth and a big heart, turned out I was that nigga/
They came through with the same shit and the same bars, no wonder I turned out different/
They always told me that I wasn't good enough/
I told em I wouldn't be puttin' up/
With all the labels that they try to put on us/
Like Cosby sweaters, now where are my pudding-pops?/
I'ma mastermind, with the raps I write
Ad it's asinine that you're classified/
In a class with I, when like half the time/
You cant touch this... No hammer time/
Damn... Not only am I good, but I'm great/
When I'm takin' off like planes, just know I'm fueled off all your hate/
What up?/

[Chorus]
(K. Stark & J.B.)

They told me homie "you ain't good enough"/
So I went to work and put my hoodie up/
And now there ain't nobody that's as good as us/
I realized that being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
And you can say what you want but I'm good enough for me/
AND WORK TILL THOSE WHO SAY THOSE THINGS AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME, LETS GET IT/

[Verse 2]
(J.B.)

This is awful, spending too much time up on these barstools/
Tryna drown my sorrows while forgetting Sarah Marshall/
Me, I give too many fucks, like this was a brothel/
While these record labels pass the bars like it was law school/
That gospel, that church shit, that realness, can I preach now?/
Hit the ground runnin', doin' 'bout a hundred, ain't stopped since I put my cleats down/
I'll push 'till my fucking feet bleed, and my socks (Sox) red, like Beantown/
I'll sell tix (Celtics) in every stadium, and every stadium I'll bring down/
Let's dream now.../
This for anyone who said I'm wack though/
I'm a lot of things... I ain't that though/
There's a lot of dreams I ain't catch though/
I ain't good enough? For you? For her? For this? I guess we'll see/
I'll work 'till those who say those things ain't good enough for me, let's get it!/

[Chorus]
(K. Stark & J.B.)

They told me homie "you ain't good enough"/
So I went to work and put my hoodie up/
And now there ain't nobody that's as good as us/
I realized that being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
(No, no) Being good just isn't good enough/
And you can say what you want but I'm good enough for me/
AND WORK TILL THOSE WHO SAY THOSE THINGS AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME, LETS GET IT/