paroles de chanson Doing Too Much - Cootchill feat. Walneeezy & Pop Bibles

Doing too much
Doing too much
Man you really be doing too much
Buying J's but still on the bus
Following me
You need to adjust
To get to the top
Can't be in a rush
Me and my team?
We building the trust
Getting this cash
And leveling up
Been on fire
We 'bout to combust
I'm making the waves
You riding the waves
Going broke
While you trying to save
Spending your money
But looking for aid
Hating on me
You throwing the shade
Won't see me lose
I already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my blessings
Man I'm already rich
Thinking of ways
You challenge me
You stuck pleading the fifth
Doing too much
You must be tired
It's hard to admit
No time for games
No story time cuz I'm
Busting the myth

I ain't tryna make a scene but I gotta hit the whoa
I'm counting all this green, now they really wanna know
When I was 17 in the lab producing on the iphone
Prepping for my dreams turning up with the mic on

See,
I wasn't doing the most
I was just minding my business man
Now people want me to toast
I'm legit, I ain't never been a scam
Made a few bands here and there
But I ain't even tryna boast
They say in love and war all's fair
John lyly with the quote
That's why they're doing a lot
12 turned 21 savages into SWAT
Can't even jog on my block
They're letting 'em loose and I'm getting shot
Pointing their camera at me
Clocking my moves in the land of the free
Up in arms, when I bend on a knee
Copy my drip, try to copy my flee
Taking the chance
I'm shooting the 3
Letting it fly from the top on the key
Judging my life, they deaf to my plea
No wonder they blind, no they cannot see
The stress and the time that it takes to be me
Walk in my shoes and maybe you'll see
The road less traveled
Five thousand two-hundred eighty feet

You couldn't even walk a mile
Don't know why you'd even try
Now I gotta walk em down
NLE choppa style
I ain't even got a child
Got them feeling like my son
Got me feeling like I won
I do it well, it's overdone
I make a new hit and I run
Taking off at the sound of the gun
Lightning I bolt, excusing the pun
But you in the way you blocking the sun
I'm needing the light cuz I'm getting right
Live with myself at the end of the night
Look to the stars, my future is bright
K-Dot said we gon' be alright
These words are inspired
These words are spiritual
Feeling the vibe now I'm getting lyrical
Stories I tell, always empirical
Praises to God for all of the miracles

You doing too much
What you be posting is sus'
I tell you enough is enough
You going all in with a bluff
I got no comment boy
Please don't make me vomit boy
You could be a comic boy
All your clothes consignment boy
Y'all too ratchet
Looking like ivory casket
But the inside full of scratches
And designer bags to match it
That's mad deep
Y'all to shallow half feet
Bought yo body last week
Caption: "kiss my ass cheek"
Relationship is mad weak
Posting like you happy
Talking like you got beef
You outside but you not street
You not rich
You bubble gum you got sticks
You fake it just to make it now I take it that you hot shit

I ain't tryna make a scene but I gotta hit the whoa
I'm counting all this green now they really wanna know
When I was 17 in the lab producing on the iphone
Prepping for my dreams turning up with the mic on
Sometimes it really feels too slow
I'm making my appeal so you know
The people that shine, don't glow
They think to be a light means you have to be a show
No you don't

'Cuz then you'd be doing too much