Lyrics:
all of my niggas, they forever here by my side
It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
I came around you was locked up
What y'all think about that?
Truthfully when I was fuckin' wit' Swizz
I was in the streets so much
I wasn't really
fell outta the space station
I can't handle all your love baby
Baby tell me what I'm seeing
I'm just tryna fuck beat the pussy like a sayain
Go, go, go
backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah
I'm a survivor, race car driver
Im drinking
Backyard beach house, smoking on the best weed
Look right out the window, topless women on a jet-ski
This the type of balling that got wins from
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
blink the world begins to shrink
In my backyard I belong
It's where I wrote this song
I adore my own company way too much
I can never tell if I've had
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
God I got so much grief
Seeing things absently
I'm tripping' too hard
Look in my backyard
Broken fantasy
See you left and right
Turn around and demons
It ain't too much stuff (jam)
It ain't
Don't you
It ain't too much for me to
Get on it
Get on it
Give it, baby
Give it to me
Won't you really
out, jumping over backyard fences
(We're all just looking for freedom)
Who's gonna stop me, who's gonna stop me
Who's gonna stop me but me?
Too
It ain't too much stuff (jam)
It ain't
Don't you
It ain't too much for me to
Get on it
Get on it
Give it, baby
Give it to me
Won't you really
Ms. Mary
'Cause
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard
I remember when I
and definite I'm shootin shots and it's not on the gram
Talk on the internet trying to insure your life or just maybe it all was a scam
Too much in my thoughts I
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
a big ol' shotgun too
Lovin' situation look mighty poor
So if you're really wonderin' what I'm doin' in your backyard
I told you baby, I'd beat it home
out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much
I could feel a whole lot better
If you were just here by my
got a Colt 15, I got an M16
I got a bullshit charge
That bitch that lied on me
Tattoos on my face card cause
I don't want no job
I'm too much, I talk
Can't find the reason to stay with you
By now a reason should appear
Anybody else could understand my fear
That you're much, too much
You're much
to travel too far
Just me in my backyard
Got a ride to Belgium with this other guy
Saw her wings flutter par She flew on by
Now she's modelling dresses
For
the messenger
All hail the death in America
Your ex be hatin' like eczema
That nigga fake as a wrestler
I poke him straight in his retina (pshh)
Anyway baby
rule
All y'all bitches are some fools
Probably say too much
Say she want me to herself I say no I'm too much
Baby girl don't cry cause we not in a rush
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