Too Much
Boomer ft. Young Phate & Nehru

(1st Verse) Young Phate

Oh God help me
‘Cause this pressure growing on my shoulder
The days is getting faster and a nigga getting older
Oh God help me
Help my feet run fast of sin
I pray you turn yo back for the sins I begin
But the times I really need yo help
Yo back is still turned and leave me stranded by myself
The hands I’m dealt leave me hella broke with drugs
E pills bakey mirrors hoes bangers thugs
Bakey in my nose so my face can feel numb (dumb)
Now these girls is rollin sucking on their thumb
Both our teeth is grindin searching for the love
Beat it up eat it up go to sleep snort a dub
Three days later feeling sick as shit
Praying to God why did I fuck with this bitch
Hoping God really gets my life right (Please)
Because I’m quick in the night

(Chorus)

It’s gettin too much (it’s gettin too damn much)
It’s gettin too much
(I’m tryna tell you man, Nehru aye what they say)
It’s gettin too much (Pressure on yo shoulders man gas getting expensive and shit)
It’s gettin too much

(2nd Verse) Boomer

Too hot to handle too cold to hold
Too much you doing too much
They say little nigga get yo mind right
Before you end up dead or behind bars no Klondike
Because often when it get too much
I’d rather smoke me a blunt I’d rather sip this cup
But then I find myself stressed vexed and left out
Isolated and paranoid mind playing tricks shit
Gotta get it together keep my feet on the ground
Don’t give up now
In the county of lost angels it’s all about survival
Got me praying to God in solitude wit a bible
Rehabilitate return to self
But still watch my back and gotta watch my health
Sometimes I feel like I’m trippin out
But naw
My mind elevated got me thinking on a different route

(Chorus)

Too Much (you ever just overthink some shit to where it had you trippin like)
It’s getting too much
(Got a nigga paranoid and all kind of shit)
Too Much
You doing too much
(Man you ain’t gotta do all that, just be yourself)

(3rd Verse) Nehru

It’s like im sitting in this torture room
Watching all these demons
Staying in the boondocks without my grandpa freeman
Times got me feeling like nothing’s ever going right
Mad at the world that’s why a nigga wanna fight
I live the life but still got issues wit it
I speak the real when other dudes still pretending
I hit the block it’s the turf where they all hang
They see me everyday still ask me do I bang
These distractions court infractions
Baby mama trippin government taxes
And you wonder why some folks be driving off the cliff
I should catch ‘em at the corner and ask ‘em for a lift
I keep my head up I get my bread up
‘Til my kids is straight I’ll never let up
Sometimes I know I’m trippin and it seems like I’m fed up
That’s when I stop and hit the blunt because I’m doing

(Chorus)

Too much (I know sometimes I be out there moving too fast)
I’m doing too much
(I don’t slow down take the chance to look around)
Too much
(What’s up to all my niggas Boss Clique 2nd II None Boomer)
I’m doing too much (out in these streets man)