Too Much Songtext
von Big Shug

Lord, I′m trying to do right
I struggle with keeping my hands clean
It's too much, too much
It′s too much, too much

It ain't never enough money

But it's enough stress to go around for everyone
Don′t you agree it ain′t never enough jobs
But they got a jail cell with everybody name on it
Including you and me, Lord, not another eulogy
I done seen more dead bodies in coffins
Than I thought that I would ever see
Another verse read, another baby dying


Another mother crying, another bullet flying
The new genocide is suicide
We born dead and then we bust our ass to be alive
Long as we keep selling drugs and pulling triggers
Illuminati ain't worried ′bout nothing but stacking figures
And we do ourselves greasy
You can credit Willie Lynch for coming
Up with the plan to make this all easy
But I guess it's just the life we live
I′ll take a man life if I gotta feed my kids, for real

Lord, I'm trying to do right
If I put up a good fight, I know I′ma be alright though
Struggle with keeping my hands clean
But I gotta live out my dream 'cause the team what I hustle for
It's too much, too much (Sometimes)
It′s too much, too much (It feels like)
It′s too much, too much (Never too much)
But it's never too much, too much

Look, single mother, three kids, no father figure
The man ain′t the only one that struggle
And no matter the situation, them babies ain't tripping
Long as the bathtub got some bubbles


And she ain′t taking no handouts
Got the right to complain but she ain't running her damn mouth
Misery love company and she ain′t with it
You come at her with that drama, she gone 'cause she ain't in it, ayy
Do what she gotta do to get a plate
Even if she gotta shake shake for that cake
She save up all of them tips, work a couple of double shifts
It′s summertime, they taking trips, ayy
Ain′t no shame in your game, shawty, do your thing
A lot of blessings and success is what the hustle bring

And trust me, patience is a virtue
Just stay on the right path and never let a sucker hurt you, yeah

Lord, I'm trying to do right
If I put up a good fight, I know I′ma be alright though
Struggle with keeping my hands clean
But I gotta live out my dream 'cause the team what I hustle for
It′s too much, too much (Sometimes)
It's too much, too much (It feels like)
It′s too much, too much (Never too much)
But it's never too much, too much

When I was young, I realized life was too much
So I hit the kitchen, Pyrex, cooking it up
Twenty grams and a few stacks, life was looking up
And my niggas on the street, I was hooking up
In every ghetto, there's a few built to snitch
I let ′em work but never let ′em see my shit
That's black grips, chrome barrels, extended clips
To leave you on your back when you flipping your lips
Be easy, young man, I′ll leave you broken
Be on the beaches of Jamaica while the gun is still smoking

This is real shit, no training day
When you see me coming, should've stayed out of harm′s way
I'm an OG with a purpose, you need to be nervous
Come against my fam and I′ll leave you out of service

Big Shug feared by many men

My brother's keeper, I am him, yes

Lord, I'm trying to do right
If I put up a good fight, I know I′ma be alright though
Struggle with keeping my hands clean
But I gotta live out my dream ′cause the team what I hustle for
It's too much, too much (Sometimes)
It′s too much, too much (It feels like)
It's too much, too much (Never too much)
But it′s never too much, too much