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Now I must play my role
And the wager will be your soul
What? Too much?
Well then…
Why not join the ranks of hell?
We’ve got food, drinks and stories

focusing on my ambition
Everybody know that money talks bullshit walks
And I don't need to say too much to get my fucking point across
Tryna get a buzz by

revive em
What you gonna do, its what we do, we get em flying
Yea, I need to stop and think
Last night I was down sittin' by the sink
I drank too much

lit
Ran it up just stayed by the bricks
Really just here in the booth
Run it up think I need new shoes
Pop Percs drink lean me too
Pour fours can't

and all the little kids
So what if I had a little too much Christmas cheer
 It's not like I sat on his lap and pulled his hipster beard

Now I'm running

the streets 
To use a big word 
I'm a dichotomy
Mind's a prism 
Plagued by masochism 
Constant ostracism
Treated with alcoholism 

My eclecticism marks me for

the kids are wrapped cause they have seen
The toy they want on the TV screen
Yes they have seen it in living colour
If it costs too much, just mortgage my

balcony window
She's not a romantic, but, just for an evening, she might've been
That girl in San Francisco

She pays too much for a tiny little room
But

up

We need to make it
Not to fake it
Need to take it good
Never try too much cause you know what's good
Every single event
I'm moving up
Always make

the trap

Verse 2-
Before this happened my canvas was blank
I didn’t have too much left in the tank
When I write the credits I’ll have you to thank
Reception

your in feelings too much
If nobody’s trynna cuff her she probably used up
if I ever shoot the club up I’ll give her 2 sons 
By the time them niggas grow

Hahahaha bitch! Hahaha
I took too much acid, fuck!
Every time I smoke now I get acid flashbacks, what the fuck, hehe, like

Yeah, are you serious?

hoes
Except you
You was too chill
So fine
Uptight tho bae move
But much to your surprise
This song ain’t bout you
This sound like Kota
Feel like Kodak

makes these man aim once for a hit
I’m silent, peep out the window, mind my life and say what I see
I’m not afraid but I’m scared so I don’t talk too much

Yeah
Yeah
If the weed aint sticky I don't roll it
You niggas be talking too much like Edward Snowden
Use to sell quarter pieces out of a Ford Focus

was tuned by a different god with the same song in each mind
I swear I’ve only heard an angel sing one time
And I think she’d like you too
Maybe not

I'm swimming in and out that yea like a muhfuckin' dolphin
You be my addiction
Come and feed my addiction like yea
You're like my candy
Too much of you

Her nickname is Hellstar
Her nickname is Hellstar
Too much smoke up in my lungs now I keep coughing
Living like a rockstar till the day I off it
Seen my

trying to figure out what the hell I said
When I went home I thought about her too much
Mama said said don't worry and don't make a big fuss
You think I'd

light
And we back up on the bike
And we ride
Just ride
And we might
Just might
Ride by and
Whistle at some shawties
Usually too old
You know
Older

Why you doing too much
Contemplatin how we showed up
Had to face truth just becuz' we bossed up
Had to hustle from the bottom to the ground up 
I

Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend 
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean 
Too much

a thrown in a home over-looked by a tyrant
My weapon? Ammunition from the books I'm supplied with
Ballistics for a David tryna cook up Goliath
I'm Mr. Too

How much more clutch do it Get
A question that I know will go amiss
Like that free throw that you miss that put the other team up six
You got a kid