J-zone - Too Much (Remix) lyrics

Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate Like when I put my foot down that b**h still aborted it Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one 'Uh, sir you can't leave with that,' b**h this my f**ing son! Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox With 151 rum bottles, I don't drink, they gettin' flung With lit rags in it, k** 10 step-dads a minute Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick Even if I limit timid prim-i-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 [Chorus] 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 k** 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 try to stand off, bullet holes show too much They see weed 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**h in to see Shallow Hal I drink Jack puff black in Orange County Bought a gun with a body to stick in this who*e's Audi Knew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick openah 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 [Chorus] 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 k** 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 gats to heads You was b**h 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**hes up no stress Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk I scribble sh** on paper, pay rent, look at nature See a menage before lunch, them b**hes are ravers Drive blazers, still inside my North Face Drippin' formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer [Chorus]