Dinero Millas - 2Much

Got a son and he need him a daddy
Touch my heart every time that he grab me
I'm focused on me but I just gotta focus some more think I need me a addy
I know that them demons wan have me
Pray to the lord cause that shit can get tragic
But to protect me and mine my life on line make niggas disappear like magic
I was dreaming bout foreigns and APs
Pray to the lord ask em pull-up and save me
On God life driving me crazy
On God I'm swerving I'm lazy
Can't let no bitch out here play me
Tunnel vision this shit 4K shit HD
Gotta ride with that glock no safety
Don't think about it too much it'll make you go crazy
Big bro told me to slow down
Ain't in Detroit but I gotta see motowns
Life shit crazy when it go round
How you get used to the murders in yo town
If we catch niggas up it's a showdown
How the fuck you get lost in yo own crowd uh How the fuck you get
Lost nigga
You don't know what it cost nigga
All of the pain that it bring is expensive
Told all my niggas be quick on yo feet or reaper be coming to get em
Gotta watch snake niggas them niggas gone bite out yo back and then kill you wit venom
I don't know if it's heaven or hell where he going but pick one nigga I'll send you
Don't think about it too much
Too much too much too much
Cause nobody got a new life for you
He get popped if he act too tough
Too tough too tough too tough
I hate to do it but you gon make me shoot
(Shoot)
Big body nigga so watch how you talk to me
Yeah I can see it but nobody offing me
If niggas try me then grab em a coffin
I heard he was stalking it's cool I ain't arguing
Lil nigga bold cause I heard he was after me
Y'all better get em for he be a casualty
Shit can get nasty when niggas get active
Drop me the lo and the 40 gon clap
Nigga I'm straight
Can't fuck w a nigga that's watching my plate
If niggas act up then I'm hitting his face
Niggas act when weird when I'm serving a eighth
Hit Quay say go then I slide to the gate
Twelves in the back got the bass shit booming
I hate a bitch that be always assuming
Told her to jump and she jump to conclusion
Look at me straight cause you stuck in delusion
Let me a 5 pack sir I'm stressed
Been going to hard and I'm still not next
Look in the mirror I know that I'm blessed
I'm not in the dirt I ain't calling collect
Backwood stuff that shit fuck w my chest
Three grams left and I'm rolling the rest
Call me winter I'm cold as it get
I'm hot like summer I'm knowing that shit
Told my nigga to bring me the henny a hour go pass I done killed the whole bottle
I don't what got into me this shit been killing me fuck it I do it tomorrow
I'm yerked up I'm bussing chasing this high like I'm chasing the lotto
I just speak my shit I ain't making no diss and a nigga been banging w auto
Don't think about it too much
Too much too much too much
Cause nobody got a new life for you
He get popped if he act too tough
Too tough too tough too tough
I hate to do it but you gon make me shoot
(Shoot)

Written by:
Miles Stallings

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