M. Aristotle - 2 Much lyrics

VERSE 1: I told her, bring the bottles out Bring ya potnas' out Out ya' momma house Hit the waffle house That b**h was too high She got the cotton mouth f** wit' the anchors Could tell u what this all about We got the cheatcodes We got the cheatcodes Me and wili-wili future zay tiggy we just went beastmode I dont got many friends Ain't no friends in this sh** Who are you again? k** sh** dont leave witnessess This beat got a outline This sh** ain't out yet Really im the plug Eastside be the outlet Did it for my city Tell her rub her titties If ya' love hip hop Shout my n***a biggie How could u forget me On the real real, k** k** n***a how could u forgive me We dont show no pitty This sh** is really mean Hit the block and watch sh** light up man this sh** is so bili jean Chain chain chain HOOK: I know they be watchin', i know n***as plot I know they be wishing, they all want me to drop I got calls i been missing, they been talking like alot I dont ever pay attention cuz this sh** will never stop I got too much on my line line line Way too much on my line line line (repeat) VERSE 2: Pray to god, my n***as dont get took If u a real n***a you dont do it for no looks If thats yo' brother put some money on his books Cheffin' in the kitchen watch him cook Was a nice kid i ain't never been no crook Lotta yall n***as gon f** around and get booked Sellin one gram really dont make u no trapper Makin' words rhyme dont really make u no rapper One article dont really make u no blogger Man i swear some of yall f** n***as need fathers But if i was yall fathers i prolly wouldn't even bother Cuz on the real im too busy f**in they daughters I been a savage, on the road to the cabbage, money won't make me happy It won't make me the man but b**h i'd rather have it, than a wallet thats absent And i dont get homesick A n***a started goin' hard and i ain't been home since I know Lotta n***as been depending on meee So i can't let em down down down no I can't let em down down down no (repeat)