2 MUCH Lyrics

Yeah I got too much sauce

In my system now I really

Want to diss them

Diss the other rappers

Told them go back to the kitchen

Cause you really had to

Listen to this

Yeah pass the mic I'm killing it for sure

Pastor Mike don't like the violence

So he running for the door

This is gore

Pass the time riding my bike

Right to the store

Circle road

I'm too tired of you lot stealing my show

Aye look

Aye got to much

Love for the streets because

The kids got to eat

Got to much

Drive for my dreams

Every time I go to sleep

Got to much

Sauce in my song

You don't need to bring the dip

Got too much

Fire in my music

Reason why I be so lit

Competition Huh

That was real irrelevant

Unconditional

Hate for all your evidence

Need petitions signed

For a hip hop residence

No admission bruv

You know I'm the president

You know I'm the man

That gonna lead you to the promise land

You know that I can represent

Because I am a brand

You know I'm the man with the vision

Because I got the plan

You know what I am

Never wonder see it in the the sand

See I'm innocent

The bot would never steal a cent

But when the steel is sent

To lockers I still get a scent

But I never pry

I use my skill to get us in

Know my brothers sick

He needs a pill or medicine

Yeah I got too much sauce

In my system now I really

Want to diss them

Diss the other rappers

Told them go back to the kitchen

Cause you really had to

Listen to this

Yeah pass the mic I'm killing it for sure

Pastor Mike don't like the violence

So he running for the door

This is gore

Pass the time riding my bike

Right to the store

Circle road

I'm too tired of you lot stealing my show

Aye look

I got too much love

Got too much hate

Got too much envious

I got too much space

All by myself

You lot are aliens

Got too much love

Too much respect

For me to diss a friend

Got too much drive

Not too much power

For my wheel to bend

Got too much time

All by myself

Sitting in a dark room

Got too much looney

Too much character

Of cartoons

Got too much growth

I got to do and

Got to do it soon

Got too much

Practising to make

My words like harpoons

Yeah pass the mic I'm killing it for sure

Pastor Mike don't like the violence

So he running for the door

This is gore

Pass the time riding my bike

Right to the store

Circle road

I'm too tired of you lot stealing my show

Aye look