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2much
Hip-Hop/Rap
2much was released on December 29, 2025 by EP as a part of the album 2much - Single
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Release DateDecember 29, 2025
LabelEP
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EP
EP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethen Peerenboom
Ethen Peerenboom
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mirgalean
Mirgalean
Producer

Lyrics

Daddy in the jail
my momma in hell
Uh
Cousin dead broke
And my girl wanna know
What
Who i am
But I don’t even know
I’ve been walking down this road
Smoking on some dro
And when i get back home
Ima find sum to roll
Back to back with it
Like the cancer won’t get me
Puff then pass with it
To my dawgs that been wit me
No I don’t chat with em
But I’ve been a lil busy
Too much blood inside city
It’s starting to feel empty
I need to get out of the ville
Before that next bullet hit me
I was almost hit before
And I was to lucky it missed me
Miss me with that shit
Stop talking when I’m lit
And when I’m looking good of course ima take a pic
What
I can’t feel myself
Fuck
I can’t feel myself
To much on mind I think I need to seek help
Cuz there’s To much in my life and I ain’t even set sail
Man there’s to much violence
To much hiding
I can’t even trust a soul
Cuz there’s to much lying
and they won’t give a fuck
Until a yougin start flying
If I don’t make the cut
Then at least I went out fighting
Ima go out like a Viking
On my way to the top
Like, ima go out hiking
On another journey
Better love on yo brother
Before the gurney
Better hug on yo mother
And say you sorry
Because we came from the gutter and we going farther
I know he stuck inside the prison but I love my father
And If I want it then I get it I don’t got no option
Cuz I’m alone in this world but I think I got this
I got this nice lil girl and I know she love me
And im tryna get some land with ha in the country
And I’m tryna get that shi by the time I’m thirty
So I got 11 years and ima put the work in
They ain’t fucking wit lil e they know I put the work in
I spit this fire on this beat like when the lighter sparking
While I’m smoking on this blunt because I’m fucking heartless
I don’t where it’s been but I musta lost it
And I need that shit to live I’m cleaning out my closet
Im paying taxes to the gov when there’s a bitch in office
And I’m tryna get the bread that the rich is hogging
But instead I get depressed
Cuz I can’t walk without a vest
And I cant get gun yet
So a knife is what I rep
And I will stab a mf
You don’t wanna take that test
And no I’m not a gangsta
I’m just tryna keep real
And yes I’m broke as hell but I’m not low enough to steal
But when I was a jit
I was low enough to deal
Yeah I got a twisted grill but ima smile in my feels
Yeah you know what Cole said show these kids to keep it real
Uh
Keep it real
Keep it keep it real
They got kids toting steel
That ain’t never paid a bill
Keep it real
Keep it keep it real
Why my momma got no bread when she done worked for 20 years
Written by: Ethen Peerenboom
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