Lyrics to 2 Many Men
Start it up you know a nigga like me can’t never look back had to run it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
Looking like you got no aim in your game that’s lame
Boy go cover your face in shame
Lazy ass niggas tryna take my place
What you know about dealing with the price of pain
Don’t believe in circumstance
I believe you better take a chance
The door never gon open unless you go make it man (huh)
better make that person answer
I know you got a main girl and you got a side girl bring both cause I’m tryna romance them
Whenever she call or whenever I call, hold up, pick up answer
You ain’t really never been down with banter
Way too busy out looking like Santa,
tryna give gifts you ain’t never had shit
but you out here wearing designer like panda
Start it up you know a nigga like me can’t never look back had to run it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
I’m calling their bluff no poker
Been through a few dark nights like Joker
Pull up bang, soaker
Stay chatting shit I can smell it on their odour
Can’t fuck with a 5-star roster
Ain’t top boys we 5 star proper
If Gang in the mix scores ain’t even
We strike like Diego Costa
Head back to the field, that's Neymar
Hat-trick shit now them boys in danger
4 deep in the ranger I’m no stranger
to the block, I’m the 210 major
Can’t fuck with the gang, can’t fuck with the cheque
Cause me and my guys coming straight for your neck
Me and my guys coming straight from the wing
Keep talking that jazz get sent to the bin
Start it up you know a nigga like me can’t never look back had to run it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
I got shely on my left and we stepping on necks
better watch your step let me make that simple
DSP in the booth they don’t want no smoke all these boys get popped like pimples
Hey ain’t really gotta talk like that
They ain’t really gotta walk like that
And if they wanna talk like that get the fuck out my face cause they really gonna walk right back
Let it bang, all my guys put work while you watch and stare and I call that gang
All my guys still rode and ready to slide lad I call that gang
Took my time while you talk that shit are you out your mind don’t make me sick
Too many times I’ve been out I’ve been tryna get rich so a n*gga like me gotta
Start it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
Looking like you got no aim in your game that’s lame
Boy go cover your face in shame
Lazy ass niggas tryna take my place
What you know about dealing with the price of pain
Don’t believe in circumstance
I believe you better take a chance
The door never gon open unless you go make it man (huh)
better make that person answer
I know you got a main girl and you got a side girl bring both cause I’m tryna romance them
Whenever she call or whenever I call, hold up, pick up answer
You ain’t really never been down with banter
Way too busy out looking like Santa,
tryna give gifts you ain’t never had shit
but you out here wearing designer like panda
Start it up you know a nigga like me can’t never look back had to run it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
I’m calling their bluff no poker
Been through a few dark nights like Joker
Pull up bang, soaker
Stay chatting shit I can smell it on their odour
Can’t fuck with a 5-star roster
Ain’t top boys we 5 star proper
If Gang in the mix scores ain’t even
We strike like Diego Costa
Head back to the field, that's Neymar
Hat-trick shit now them boys in danger
4 deep in the ranger I’m no stranger
to the block, I’m the 210 major
Can’t fuck with the gang, can’t fuck with the cheque
Cause me and my guys coming straight for your neck
Me and my guys coming straight from the wing
Keep talking that jazz get sent to the bin
Start it up you know a nigga like me can’t never look back had to run it up
Got too many men too many men too many mem not one of them coming up
Let me tell you something bout grinding
5 niggas and they out here whining
2 of them need critical guiding
And the last 3 don’t know bout timing
I got shely on my left and we stepping on necks
better watch your step let me make that simple
DSP in the booth they don’t want no smoke all these boys get popped like pimples
Hey ain’t really gotta talk like that
They ain’t really gotta walk like that
And if they wanna talk like that get the fuck out my face cause they really gonna walk right back
Let it bang, all my guys put work while you watch and stare and I call that gang
All my guys still rode and ready to slide lad I call that gang
Took my time while you talk that shit are you out your mind don’t make me sick
Too many times I’ve been out I’ve been tryna get rich so a n*gga like me gotta
Start it up
