Too Much

[Verse 1-Chali 2na] Yeah, some of us are caught up in false raptures, watchin' the clock spin Crooked cops shot unarmed innocent men The law watches, the often caused conscious People hustle illegal in times of lost options Instance run with clever intent The fish speaks with like an extinction level event Is Los Angeles a devilish pit? Never forget The areas with various sets, treat it like a terrorist threat And we should never accept Mental incarceration, freedom or death, they need to beat it, man Brother bein' deleted man Nine millimeters see the hands of people younger than Peter Pan Exposin' the truth, I'm closed in the booth To show you the goose that's holdin' the noose Some old, rich recluse controllin' the juice While the destitute people put a hole in your suit, it's Too Much [Hook-Zion & Chali 2na (The Grouch)] Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) [Verse 2-Zion] Too Much, she doin' Too Much Henny with the dutch, she about to lose touch Stump with the blunt and, head like a pumpkin Floss on the cross, rob her when she start stuntin' Try to say somethin', but it sound like slurrrrrrr Try to paint a picture, but it's all just blurrrrred Truth told, got a heart made of gold But the drank make her think she can kick it too cold Actin' erratic like a killer on the row Stackin' the cabbage, but she spend it at the show At the bar, trickin' off like a star Jack shots to the floor, now she's slizzled on the wall Nothin' free in this life, little shorty Was a school girl, now she just wanna party Actin' all grown, when she's gone Chuck it all out on the metro phone, she Too Much [Hook-Zion & Chali 2na (The Grouch)] Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) [Verse 3-The Grouch] Gettin' stupid at the light, spinners on the scraper East Bay slang, gang lookin' like Quakers Man, y'all some Catholics, solve bad habits About five deep on two-way gadgets I move past it, but everyone in traffic Seems like they lost their mind real rapid Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers Chrome off the lot, and that's no wonder It's Hip Hop, they got your daughter with a grill Rap music, a beast that can't be killed Scantily clad gold diggers wanna chill And chase the dream in case it's real Fake thugs entertain now with amateur raps Droppin' names and slandering naps Pandering, it's tough enough to claim it We seen it before, it's just the same shit [Hook-Zion & Chali 2na (The Grouch)] Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck)