2 Much 2 Fast

Yo I don't what the fuck happened man I swear we was just I looked up and all of the sudden It was just, damn Too much Too fast, one foot the gas Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past Too much Too fast, tryna make it last Too much Too, Too much Too fast Too much Too, Too much Too fast One foot on the gas I'm doing the dash Leave it all in the past Tryna make it last Too much Too fast I want the money milk and honey Want the pressure and the smoke Nothing funny when you bummy Being broke it ain't no joke Dummy try to take it from me And you know it ain't no hope Like a fiend without his dope Tryna find a way to cope To rare try to breathe the same air And probably choke Too scared when the shit gets thick They tell the folks All the drama marinating in the karma Let it soak Tryna get the whole farm For my mom, before we go I just know I gotta go I ain't got no time for slow Tryna front on A. Phalos, stunting nothing But your growth I can feel it getting close You too quick in your approach Bitches tryna do the most Disappear I'm getting ghost Too much Too fast, one foot the gas Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past Too much Too fast, tryna make it last Too much Too, Too much Too fast Too much Too, Too much Too fast One foot on the gas I'm doing the dash Leave it all in the past Tryna make it last Too much Too fast Dear Miss Or is it Missus now No, I was not the type To ever write a vow How, holy matrimony seemed phony Seeing momma been lonely And my pop He don't know me Can't lie when I met you I had plans to forget you Going through some joy and pain It made it harder to neglect you Pretty soon things changed All of a sudden now you're special Dilate my blood vessels Like a hit to the vein The strongest drug known to tame Many beasts from its beauty No man truly can refrain Less it already drove him insane I seen it all before, it's all one in the same That's why I can't Get married to this game Too much Too fast, one foot the gas Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past Too much Too fast, tryna make it last Too much Too, Too much Too fast Too much Too, Too much Too fast One foot on the gas I'm doing the dash Leave it all in the past Tryna make it last Too much Too fast We was just project babies Growing up All we knew is what we saw In front of us Was only 5 the first time I seen a nigga get shot Bone sticking out his leg Asking someone hide his rocks Before the cops came Momma didn't want us outside But she at work, double time Taking pride to provide So we was nigga knocking on your door Take off in stride But neighborhood games aside We learned to fight to survive It's always someone on the other side That's ready to slide Cuz they ain't got shit Keep a stick, to keep what's mine And the hardest part is keeping your mind The hardest part is keeping your mind