Correction Lyrics Way Too Much by Nick Bonin

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Too much this bullsh*t i'm sick of it
And I cannot speak on it save me a breath
We out here just working and ripping sh*t
I feel like my dogs are all running up next
Hit us a lick and we splitting it
We all been knowing you'd never have guessed
Spinning the block on some different sh*t
Bumping and bumping till y'all stop the flex

I burnt me some bridges I burnt me some ties
That's 'cause hoes crazy
I cannot let a b*t*h come through and ride
She in the way of my baby
I ain't got a bm but stressed like I do
Feel like got 8 on the way that's by June
Multiplication the math tell the truth
I got 100 more stresses than you
Counting my stresses i'm all outta blessing
They pushing me testing from new York to Texas
I'm eating some breakfast then grind for necklace
I hop on the beat like the wav (wave) never ending
I slide no defeat on my feat (Feet) like i'm questing
You dumb take a seat right next to me smell freshness
I full of anxiety tweaked with depressions
I am with the iron and straighten the tension
Rapping with a full mouth
Reload
Get up on my wave
F**k the balance got a cheat code
I'm with the sh*ts you on sh*t like where he go
I just gone dipped to my lax seat bro
Working so hard that they on us for Rico
We all legit take that music all legal
All of the crew
You cannot get in get swept by the broom
Way to much bullsh*t we smelling the fumes

Too much this bullsh*t I'm sick of it
And I cannot speak on it save me a breath
We out here just working and ripping sh*t
I feel like my dogs are all running up next
Hit us a lick and we splitting it
We all been knowing you'd never have guessed
Spinning the block on some different sh*t
Bumping and bumping till y'all stop the flex

They won't stop me from doing nothing i'm all
I just up it and freeze em just like i'm balling
If a contract for 6 years I won't be calling
You can have you an album just know
I'm falling away, won't stop today
But if a working need a million in cash for pay
That's not it, no robot sh*t
Pooling the crowds with my loud no obnoxious
Venue hot boxing
Stepped up on stage and everybody be watching
Watch how I do my lil jig in the c*ck pit
Flying this mo f**kin' ship to my spot
And ripping out 15 more tracks ain't no options
I'm doing the most, been stressing the ghosts
They already dead, still all on my head
Need some new friends
I'm giving out applications
'Cause I can't have friends to my face and then switchup
Behind acting faithless
'Cause then i'd be catching cases
Left right left right (yea yea)

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