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Too Many

 

Too Many

(álbum: The D-Boy Diary: Book 2 - 2016)


Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here tripping, too many po-po out here picking
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

In the street we hold court, when we need backup
We call our folks for tech support
Get it?
Tec-support, we play with street instruments
Put a ho on life support
Put 'em in the dirt where haters belong, show no pity
God don't like ugly and he ain't too fond of pretty
I'm tired of serving base, running in place
I wanna be a voice of hope
Make the world a much better place
I've always had mouthpiece, got the gift of gab
Gab in reverse spells bag
Back in the day I used to bag them bags
A pay-pay, and I ain't talking Safeway
Got the block sewed up just like a quilt
I thank the lord and I'm thankful I didn't get kilt
Life gave me a crap hand when it was dealt
Funking over nothing, hella blood spilt

Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here tripping, too many po-po out here picking
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

I'm not a pussy, I'm not a cat
People ask me where I'm from
I say wherever the money at
A lot a suckas is cancers, but not the Zodiac
A fungus, a germ, they'll stab you in the back
I don't trust no human, I barely trust myself
Especially when I get to drinking and smoking on a spliff
Getting yayper is my chief concern
I ain't gonna do no ass kissing if the tables turn
It is what it is, handle my biz
I give the shirt off my back to help the little kids
'Cause they the future not the past
Hire a tutor so they can pass
My folk's fresh out the joint, he doing well
Learned how to weld in jail, he having mail
Instead of buying hella jewelry, bought a Care Home
Let his big sister run it, small business loan

Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here tripping, too many po-po out here picking
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

They tearing the buildings down, they running my people out
They boarding the windows up and breaking the glass out
It's ugly where I'm at, like where you at, it's going around
People killing themselves, having financial meltdowns
I need a pastor in my life that ain't a hypocrite
That don't be [?] and tryna get a nigga bitch
I'm freak of these suckas tired of these bustas, damn right
Give it some time, what's in the dark gonna come to light
I'm immune to gunfire, on fire trucks when I sleep
Family in pajamas and robes in the street
Reward money, nobody told, nobody speaked
Sooner or later the information gonna leak
Block blocked off, hella yellow tape
Never knowing it's your expiration date
Don't be soft, be real, don't be fake
Too many be trying to eat of the same plate
Biatch!

Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here tripping, too many po-po out here picking
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

Too many
Too many
Too many

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