Too Much

Stop throwing shade cuz' I'm bout' my fade Cant f*ck with y'all made a barricade My tint too black it's the darkest shade My car too fast get up out my way Two point two J take it to the face I'm bout' my pack make it everyday I'm mixing diene with the Minute Maid This fine cuisine not a given tray Said I'm a loose screw but not finally break Split em' up in two cuz' he feeling brave Nothing else to do, so I'm getting paid I'm tryna' get it too, not finally wait This finest food I was eating shit Won't stop for you, or for any jit I'm bout' my blues, I'll get any chip I'm in the studio finally make it hit I'm a fly youngin I'm I'll up I don't be fucking with pills nah That death in my life was a hiccup I'm telling my life when Im micked up I do not wanna get mixed up Momma I'm tryna get fixed up I can't ask you for more patience Just wait till I cop you the Benz truck Way I hop in the t, let nobody know Disappear from the world when I'm off this cold Want that for me, hundreds what I chose Twenty four karats in this yellow gold Feeling wise like im old when I write a verse How do I get blessed when I'm Feeling cursed Pour enough to forget all my fucking hurt Eyes locked up too I stay alert Stop throwing shade cuz' I'm bout' my fade Can't f*ck with y'all, made a barricade My tint too black it's the darkest shade My car too fast get up out my way Two point two J take it to the face I'm bout' my pack make it everyday I'm mixing diene with the Minute Maid This fine cuisine not a given tray In my room and im writing some heat And you bitch on my dick and she riding my meat Wanna take hell a pics cuz' my outfit on fleek When I be in a fit, two dividers with me Taking my food when I gave u to eat Wanna be in a suite with a view of the sea I was dreaming bout' shit that was on the tv Now I got hell a green and that shit in 3D Tell em' to get a good view of the me You can tell im going up steadily He talking shit, got a broad weaponry, creeping up get on feet left him I'll medically You can tell, pushing myself mentally Latin my bitch and she telling me si Don't got no type , as long as she pleasure me Jahre not picky when it comes to p Only smoke weed, i do not hit tobacco Don't wanna' sleep cuz' im getting them packs tho No lights in my room, it's helping me think Don't wanna blink cuz something behind me Move hell a weight, but they still call me flako Said he a villain, I heard that he not though Catching a z how im living my dream Get it right now cuz' there ain't no tomorrow Stop throwing shade cuz' I'm bout' my fade Can't f*ck with y'all, made a barricade My tint too black, it's the darkest shade My car too fast, get up out my way Two point two J take it to the face I'm bout' my pack make it everyday I'm mixing diene with the Minute Maid This fine cuisine, not a given tray