Jim Jones - Too Much Years lyrics

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Jim Jones - Too Much Years lyrics

Too much years in jail they say I've gone mad 08, I was running wild with my don strap That's why they call me Potter, 'cah they know where my wands at 44 long I'll have it kicking like Ong-Bak Jakes wan hara** me, so I take back streets Pagans wan catch me, so I keep it ballsed off Catch me I make you bullet boi like Ashley Now im tryin to mash p, push white smash b Tryin to cop the drop top, two smoking barrels and a lock stock Line ringing non-stop, firing Grind like I grind and this grind gets tiring Mummy said ‘you made your bed, son you got to lie in it' Got me flying O.T., A12 full speed Big spliff peng cheese, beamer Bentley benz ps Weed up in the ten piece, for my mummy struggle so I had to pay the rent gs Bad my brother KV, bad my brother g star Life ain't a game, if it was- I would restart Instead I'm in this fiend's yard, gan hard like scarface for his green card Crushing big buds in my palm tryna de-stress Stuck up in this street mess, chilling in the deep end Surrounded by some fake friends But I'm just tryna make ends meet like the underground Jezzys wanna run me down, telling me they love me now Lick it and put suttin down, chewies and my bu*ton down Smelling like a weed house, been cutting trees down Still throw up gang sign, never put my B down Communities fiend out, never let me be child They used to have sleepovers- I used to sleep out I'm a real street boy, dope man d-boy All about a reload, hood miss lebo[??] Line on early like t-fo, sh** I mean t4 Line bang- c4, box money- g4 I ain't tryna be poor,If I had a wish I'd wish I could see more Abide by the street law, up and down in and out dargie till my feet sore Dizzle told me take time, an*lyse the road side Diz I gotta get it fam you know what these roads like I could tell these youths what sosh like I ain't playing ping pong, dargie im a grown man Still miss terror sh** my n***a was the cro man RIP Wallace, RIP fulla, jesus allah budda I'm just praying that they let real Gs into heaven Earl grounds eleven (??), streets took me round eleven