Too Much

Haem-O – Too Much (lyrics)

These b**ches on they phones too much
Hella questions motherf**kas wanna know too much
Hella patience I was grinding on my own too much
All a sudden n**gas wanna play my coach too much
I jus listen but don’t really givva f**k too much
I’m hella faded I been sippin on this cup too much
Elevated I was sleepin on the floor too much
N**gas talk alotta sh*t but nah they don’t do much
Talking struggle but you niggas ain’t been through much

I been lookin’ at the game from a clear view
Tell her open up your legs I’m tryna debut
See these plastic links on our steel chains
I done prayed for sunshine but it still rains

Looking at how far we came though
All the ish we overcame though
I was stuck with trappers in the bando
Aaaah yeah Aaah huuuh

These b**ches on they phones too much
Hella questions motherf**kas wanna know too much
Hella patience I was grinding on my own too much
All a sudden n**gas wanna play my coach too much
I jus listen but don’t really givva f**k too much
I’m hella faded I been sippin on this cup too much
Elevated I was sleepin on the floor too much
N**gas talk alotta sh*t but nah they don’t do much
Talking struggle but you niggas ain’t been through much

Am I outchea on my own though
Are they with me, man I don’t know
But fuck it I’ma take it where they can’t go
Leave you motherf**kas posted like a kangol
These n**gas flying jets like they pilots
I done watched the game and the highlights
Now n**gas wanna see the end of my life
This s**t jus make me laugh
This life is like a marathon, just took another lap
I been stuck in the lab
I cook it like a science
Flow golden like the mines
They never seen the signs, oh no
She invite me to her mama crib for a swim
Roll up the Swazi and told me to hit the waters, sheesh
I’m so high right now, feeling so fly right now
My mind is running miles a minute
Am I gon die right now
Tell ma granma I love her
And ma God to forgive me
I been lost in this

These b**ches on they phones too much
Hella questions motherf**kas wanna know too much
Hella patience I was grinding on my own too much
All a sudden n**gas wanna play my coach too much
I jus listen but don’t really givva f**k too much
I’m hella faded I been sippin on this cup too much
Elevated I was sleepin on the floor too much
N**gas talk alotta sh*t but nah they don’t do much
Talking struggle but you niggas ain’t been through much

Am I really ‘bout this trap life
Am I really ‘bout this rap life
But I do it so godd**n nice
Man I whip it, whip it, whip it

Looking at how far we came though
All the ish we overcame though
I was stuck with trappers in the bando
Aaaah yeah Aaah huuuh

R.I.P Nipsey, the marathon continues, one time.