Too many M’s to make Too many rules to break I gotta find my way I gotta beat that case Sister need new shoes My brother just need a few I put my fam in that box Cause they really all that I got I’m goin off til I crash They use to listen and laugh Switched up when they saw me go get a plaque All I ever had was resistance, no assistance speak my vision in existence Used to label us as the misfits Observin’ me cause I’m different Hate on me cause I’m vigorous The lines you spit fictitious My flow is just so delicious This music made me ambitious, workin me like fitness Feeling blessed like it’s Christmas Opposites are just competition I’m goin off til I’m dead And mama I learned from everything that you said Know you’re with me through all the tears that I shed
GALI HIP HOP nah this was relatively easy, the beat stays the same throughout so he easily looped the beginning part where Q says nothing for the amount of time the song runs
@@andreascypsrb not really, another part of the sample with the clock sound is also part of the beat, and the hi-hats and a couple of track mutes, so it's not 100%
Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fightin' that case (that case) I gotta find my way (my way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't gettin' used to losses Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained) I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game) Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights I'm left behind, it don't feel right Can't write the script when this real life Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time Seen the field in their lies (their lies) Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers) Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?) Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion) Gave my mother that million (that million) Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings) Can't go blind 'bout these women (no) Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fightin' that case (that case) I gotta find my way (my way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't gettin' used to losses I'm goin' on 'til I crash Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my It knock me on my Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind Family friends want a piece of mine I can tell they all piecin' up And I can show 'em where peace resides Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich 'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit Tried the honest route, but chose house licks Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip Too much time out livin' reckless Now I got time up on my left wrist Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive) Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive) You buy a chain, but won't buy no land That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate) I'm kickin' game for these young niggas 'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh) All that bullshit I taught her (uh) Way too blessed to be normal (uh) Upper echelon, but we stand that So, girl, be proud that your skin black And be happy, girl, that your hair napped 'Cause the school system won't teach that Where your father been, you gon' reach that Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fightin' that case (that case) I gotta find my way (my way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't gettin' used to losses I'm goin' on 'til I crash Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my It knock me on my
Ask myself what’s the situation Do I help myself or go through hell helping out the nation Get the country rid of abomination Systemic racism and discrimination All the problems we the people Facin At this point really ain’t no savin The fact that keeping people poor and always taxing more the politicians favorite Man I really hate it Gotta change it Rearrange it till it’s better
What's the point of doing better, always havin to where a vest underneath this sweater, I'm really trying to be good but you know how it is in the hood, got to keep a draco underneath my seat soni dont and up 6 feet deep just pray the lord my soul to keep a silent sleeper you wont hear a peep I got 10 toes on the ground never needed a bitch around stop children what's that sound its them coming to kick your door down
Yo sometimes I be lonely No 10s and no homie Wonderin if the world want me Or do the world still owe me These size 10s can't grow G They finna go Jim crow me Prayed on, so dome me No Methadone Nd Diazy Lifestyle Benghazi schadenfreude and stasis Memro state and Nazis Paper planes, free snsckies My papers legit, but paper defined Beatin the odds, sweepin they mines Lifestyle is good, lifestyle declined RaTra succesful, success is defined
speeding i’m beating the demon cheating the feelings i’m dealing teaching i’m feeling the reason jumpin and weaving the vibes killing and wasting my time cutting i’m serving ties fuck it i’m done with the lies dammit i’m clogging my mind someone please hear my cries that i plead i don’t need it in the physical i’m talking what you feeling in the mental when it’s like a loaded pistol but it’s backfiring just confused on why my life is beginning to be slowly shifted into a totally different environmental life issuing time fucking me why it gotta be me geez fluctuation medication keep my moods in the stable as i dabble in the battle you the caddle easy prey lemme have that soul i come deep way to deep to believe where i been residing ready steady man i’m climbing never down further up in the time in this place that i live replacing the reality that we like to say that we’re in
What’s happenin. Sitting in the back of the Cadillac just trapping I got it on me never lackin From east side w no accent Balling out like the Mavericks Remember when u said I couldn’t have it. Look at me now I have it Ur bich on me cause I live lavish Press a issue you gon end up in a casket Bich I said I’m never lackin Pull up shit get tragic
damn i wonder drowning in the sea of life thoughts are overflowing i’m going only up looking down on me steady flowing like the water that i body slowly taking stream get back up to living with my baby momma that’s my fuckin dream hold that to my heart that’s my future i can read it by the aura all the energy i know she feel it we the difference of all you peeps take a sneak peek of reality thats foretold to me in nights i dreamt my demise till i die become accustomed by the darkness that had swallow me fell down what’s is gone will eventually come back better than it used to be i can feel everything that’s bestowed on me mental like loaded pistol that’s my type of arsenal plus i got that weaponry i suggest you bother someone other than my baby totally avoiding me don’t bother with excuses i’m moving forward speeding i’m beating the demon cheating the feelings i’m dealing teaching i’m feeling the reason jumpin and weaving the vibes killing and wasting my time cutting i’m serving ties fuck it i’m done with the lies dammit i’m clogging my mind someone please hear my cries that i plead i don’t need it in the physical i’m talking what you feeling in the mental when it’s like a loaded pistol but it’s backfiring just confused on why my life is beginning to be slowly shifted into a totally different environmental life issuing time fucking me why it gotta be me geez
thoughts turbulently in a whirl to much shit that imma owe with just a simple woe but for now call me walking elegy legendary life is getting kinda scary keep ya vision steadily directly on directive life is for guessing People stay pressin putting the pressure Lying and Flying dying i’m finding my self binding i’m crying i’m frying my mental killing i’m stealing i’m beating fuck it i’m cheating heading i’m coming through shit i gotta do to live up in this place mistakes always made always be to late if crossin my way stay up outta my lane catch real fade thinking we a joke not comedian thinkin imma bleed again on my pages like a sea of ink lovely words like an ice burg only see a part of it but under surface you see my life it’s a fucking circus devil wants my soul imma cash it in for certain but for now i’m slowly steady working on purchase of my freedom emotions i don’t need em people i can do without em calculating moves imma beat the meter rhythm sick imma catch fuckin fever
