Way 2 Much Lyrics

I did way too much you can't hold me

I know way too much you can't show me

You can't get in my way or control me

No we ain't blood, fam, boys or homies

I know people fake and unholy

Praise my god, father, son, that bitch ghost me

I'm up all night, smacked, I get no sleep

Love yourself, I cannot be self loathing

I-I-I just hit that blunt now I'm floating

Sun 'gon dance on the back of my clothing

Nah I don't know you, you don't know me

We get high every night, keep it low key

Had to get into it, show 'em how I step and I move

I'd rather it be you than me, so go and step in my shoes

Had watch my brother swing, duck and run from the pigs

Had to see him when he drunk, cuffed, tucked in the whip

Had to see the one I love, dust, off with the wind

And if you fucking with my trust bruh it's off with your head

And yeah I been through all the bumps so I came with a vengeance

Saint Nick, motherfucker, I came back with a present

Know they skip cuz they all actually just lack the attention

Had to sit and take a trip I saw you masking intentions

I did way too much you can't hold me

I know way too much you can't show me

You can't get in my way or control me

No we ain't blood, fam, boys or homies

I know people fake and unholy

Praise my god, father, son, that bitch ghost me

I'm up all night, smacked, I get no sleep

Love yourself, I cannot be self loathing

So now whatever, for whatever reason saying you pressed

I don't hate inside my bones, but I got faith in my steps

I ain't sneaky like my ex, so I just made it direct

At all the people angry at me cuz they hate that I'm next

Cuz when it's cold and it's froze there be ice in the sea

Who did what, where and why? It was likely me

Tell me fight when they strike but they just type on a screen

Make the money and the music how the cycle repeats

And even if you going blind i'm still a sight to seen

I tried, apologizing but I'm guessing that

I did way too much you can't hold me

I know way too much you can't show me

You can't get in my way or control me

No we ain't blood, fam, boys or homies

I know people fake and unholy

Praise my god, father, son, that bitch ghost me

I'm up all night, smacked, I get no sleep

Love yourself, I cannot be self loathing