Album: Baby Jesus (2013)

2 Many

[Hook]
I got too many hoes, I got too many foes
Too many fake ass friends, these niggas all clones
I got too many shows, I'm always on the road
I got on too much ice, that's why hustle cold
I got too many problems, man I don't let it stop me
Ain't worried bout no niggas, I got too many choppas
Ain't worried bout no bitches, I got too many auctions
And money's not a issue, ain't never too much money

[Verse 1]
No ain't money but too much paper
Ain't never too much paper
But right now my bitch frank, ain't never call me racist
Never too many haters, I need my motivation
Ain't never too much swag on me, never too much flavor
I got on too much ice, that's probably why they hate me
My chain fay that life, this for you so called takers
I'll keep that bitch on safety, too many niggas flaky
These niggas all clones dog, too many niggas fakin'
And all these niggas basic, I'm extraordinary
No problems, got no license
My watch in trunk canary
And I'm a living legend, real talk
Got shit I'm really there rich
And I've been through it all dog
Them streets stay on the realest

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[Verse 2]
Ridin' round with them shooters
Rich niggas smoke Cuban
Fake nigga talk about it
Real nigga go through it
We goin shoot this movie
I got a starting role, so you know me
I turnt up in Alabama
Its Rich Homie and Doe B
We fuck fiends, turn around
Buckin on the city police
I'm ballin cos brother numb, bitch wanna fuck me for no reason
Keep a choppa screw like oh nigga
Hell nah, bitch I don't know
Should've learned yo lesson, man you been connected
Yea baby, call them phone people
And I've been shit like through
I'm swaggin' for you
Baby so on the road, get Os
Getting uh like I'm coming home too
And I ain't playin shorty
Cos I do this on the regular
For a friend time, full schedule

[Hook]