2 Good - Trumayne, Big Shug

Kid of the year, son of the century

When it comes to future, million years you better mention me

I’m on the right track, i’m a wiz at math

English and science too I always got the fats

Young b baller I pull out the stash

Some coaches don’t know so they hold me back

But I’m ready to play like a drama class

Hitting you in the post giving you whiplash

At the foul line you know I’m cold cash

Ya’ll can’t see me cause you dry ash

And all you fake rapper football head stooze

I’m 6'4 forteen big young dude

And when I’m on the move I blow raps up

Foes get tapped out wrapped up and shipped out

You tripping cause trumayne slipping

I’m jordan at this thing, ya’ll scottie pipplen’s

And i’m ripping, flipping when I’m dunking

Keeping the streets funking

I’m just too good

(Outro: Big Shug)

Develop greatness

Son of big shug, trumayne

The legacy continues

Gangstarr foundation goes on