Too Many

Too many things, too many problems, too much shit
They way these niggas, come around with the nonsense, but they don't do shit
I saw things, you ain't have to tell them, girl they noticed it
Once they heard, girl you ain't have to tell them, yeah they know this shit
I shouldn't really have to feel this way (This way, this way, this way)
That shit a get a nigga killed this way (This way, this way, this way)
I sit down and count my pay (my pay, my pay, my pay)
Cause that's all that matters at the end of the day

(Yeah) I had to, get it
Either way I didn't have a choice
Niggas say I didn't have voice, so I started making music, now a nigga making me noise
I don't really wanna sit around and talk about the boys
Cause we been the boys, I just wanna pull up to a party in a Royce
I just wanna do all the things I enjoy
I ain't hearing voices, less that shit is invoice
I had to go and get it, didn't have time for niggas asking
Didn't have time to wait for nobody to pass it
Do you have time, well that'll depend on who's asking
Man these days, ain't nobody from the past tense
Damn only real niggas lasting
I had to get it everyday, you know I could play, but when it comes to them I can't say

Too many things, too many problems, too much shit
They way these niggas, come around with the nonsense, but they don't do shit
I saw things, you ain't have to tell them, girl they noticed it
Once they heard, girl you ain't have to tell them, yeah they know this shit
I shouldn't really have to feel this way (This way, this way, this way)
That shit a get a nigga killed this way (This way, this way, this way)
I sit down and count my pay (my pay, my pay, my pay)
Cause that's all that matters at the end of the day



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Writer(s): Key Mccall
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