Too Much

Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate

Like when I put my foot down that b**ch still aborted it

Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one

Uh sir you can't leave with that '

B**ch this my f**king son

Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox

With 151 drum bottles

I don't drink they gettin' flung

With lit rags in it kill 10 step dads a minute

Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick

Even if I limit timid com mi tive cynics

Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic

You too can be a mock celeb or the last there is

Or be ghost like money that played casper in kids

I put a sick twist every other frame design so

You see aids victims selling pretzels at a slideshow

With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em

Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em

Yo chris I think they think you know too much

Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much

They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much

They try to kill me through

My dick with these hoes too much

You stack dough too much

You smack hoes too much

Well you can blame it on the mint leaves

I roll too much

They cut my hands off so

I couldn't hold too much

Don't stand off

Bullet holes show too much

They see w**d on dust with an ounce a pound

Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down

My impant I scarred I'm anti star

Though I shine like one buried underground with yall

And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned should

I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood

My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow

Dragged this big fat b**ch in to see shallow hal

I drink jack puff black in orange county

Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's audi

Knew this kid craze

He would stick d**e on a chick open ha'

Then I changed my name to cage like nick coppola

All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together

After I put down the pepper I switch the weather

Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken

For a rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin' to satan

Yo chris I think they think you know too much

Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much

They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much

They try to kill me through

My dick with these hoes too much

You stack dough too much

You smack hoes too much

Well you can blame it on the mint leaves

I roll too much

They cut my hands off so

I couldn't hold too much

Don't stand off

Bullet holes show too much

Then I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame

Rogue pistol runnin' through new york like max payne

Out shootin' celebs I'm rootin' for feds

In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads

I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then

I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image

It's been a dead cage since

I've strapped to beds

And shot up with needles and five since

I put gas to heads

You was b**ch in high school no rep no threat

Riding my jacket like

I'm a hand off the fans at coat check

Haters want to put they b**ches up no stress

Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk

I scribble sh*t on paper pay rent look at nature

See a menage before lunch them b**ches are ravers

Drive blazers still inside my north face

Drippin' formaldahyde and short circuit my tazer

Yo chris I think they think you know too much

Yeah sis I think you put coke up your nose too much

They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much

They try to kill me through

My dick with these hoes too much

You stack dough too much

You smack hoes too much

Well you can blame it on the mint leaves

I roll too much

They cut my hands off so

I couldn't hold too much

Don't stand off

Bullet holes show too much