Shaun Wiah - Pretty Trap Music

Too Much

Grew up neglected, now I'm respected
Couldn't get nothin', that shit was pathetic
I don't trust no one, and I don't regret it
Fed all the shooters, my son, he protected
Too much
Thinkin' to myself that it's too much
Findin' out you lied, that was too much
Seein' my mama die, that was too much
Yeah
Just wait on me,
Why these niggas gotta throw shade on me?
How you my dog and you told on me?
How you my dog and you told on me?
Yeah

I thought you was the one
I showed you too much love
But it's not your fault
I guess it's all my fault

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Writer(s): Shaun Wiah
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