awww yeah what s up pimp i feel ya prescence right now yo bun you know many are called but few are chosen you the chosen one my nigga the future president congratulations by the way i need you to send a trill message to some and a subliminal message to others about this throwin rocks and then hidin ya hand bitch please let em know that we gon give them what they ask for mayne i m too hard for all you soft niggas too real for most of you lames too raw to be in this rap shit and the streets is the same too throwed off in this game too true to my hood i m too down to get down so lets get it understood too bad to be good too golden not to glisten too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission too smart not to listen when g s pull my coat bout them white folks that s listenin and watchin my boat that s real shit you can quote i m too gangsta too street so don t run up too fast cuz i m too strapped with that heat i m too dirty to be me too gorilla to be monkey too fly to stay grounded too fresh to be funky too many licks for junkies too much work for flippers too much dro for smokers too much amp for dippers no need for you to trip cuz we bring to much drama got too many killas put that on my mamma i m too trill iiiiii m too trill too too too real all about my dolla bills and even if i tried i could never fall off too much money on my mind iiiiii m too trill too too too real hard as penetentiary steel it s simple and plain if i retired you young uns wouldn t know what to do with the game and i m too serious for this play playin it s too much bread to make for me too fuck of my time with these cats that s too fake i done seen too many wakes sent too many to them yo homeboy can get it i m to ready to do him too many guns i can pull too many slugs i can bust leave yo brain matter bone fragments and dick up in the dust too many niggas i done crushed to let yo bitch ass come try me that smart game got gun play youll be screamin why me too close don t get by me you too prone to tell bout these bodies we catchin this dope that we sell you too weak mayne too frail too light up in yo britches you too much dick ridin manye you worse than these bitches too many snitches that you breakin bread wit you too close to police boy you on some fed shit so you can go head with that sale we won t buy i m too smart for all that dumb shit you know but boys try  iiiiii m too trill too too too real all about my dolla bills and even if i tried i could never fall off too much money on my mind iiiiii m too trill too too too real hard as penetentiary steel it s simple and plain if i retired you young uns wouldn t know what to do with the game and i m too sick of all this sweet shit cuz i m seein too much smilin too much punk ass posin too much punk ass profilin too many niggas be frontin like they got the town on lock with too much money in the bank and too many hoes is on they jock but you smoke too many of them rocks that you claimin you done sold i done been out on them blocks and you ain t got too much control man you workers ain t that cold they some hoes more or lesser and they too ready to fold cuz they can t take too much pressure do we mash on them yes sir they in violation go get em it won t be too long befo we mop up the flo with em it s rap a lot for life we done been here too long to let these hata s bring us down we too right they too wrong i m too black and too strong to go out like a punk too ready for the ruckus too close too my trunk we can pop or we can jump we can blast or we can go from the shoulders bitch i tried to told you but if you ain t kno i m ii trill