Never Too Much

Whole lotta nothin'
Braggin' 'bout it ain't no kind of stuntin'
But without much, still had you
And that's everything I need to get through
Yo, no placebo
And when the bad days repo my ego
It's like comin' home, sippin' somethin' strong with my weed rolled
And I don't even smoke
So not havin' much never really mattered much
We from the same cloth, matchin' is the pattern, uh
Probably get it, not even know how to handle it
I'm at the bottom and just want my hands on it
Crabs in a barrel, drizzlin' with raw butter
Brand new apparel, killin' 'em in all colors
A band to a pair of shows, tourin' all summer
A Grammy to shelf right next to my diploma
Uh, it ain't shit to me
Because some wins are empty victories
And even though I could use all of those
It's a whole lot of nothin' if I lose my soul, so

Oh, oh, oh
I give you somethin' to see (I see)
Is you fuckin' with me?
Whatever it be, it never mattered too much to me
(A bank account with an insane amount)
It never really mattered too much to me
(I take you out to the best steakhouse)
Hah, it never really mattered too much to me
(Travel plans and passport stamps)
Uh, but it never really mattered too much to me
Hah, if it was up to me
We'd be ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka

Six, this shit sound like Quik at the Jazz Fest
With a zip of your man's best
I'm around vegan alcoholics, can't call it
We arrive with the lit torches
Kings and queen with the recipe
Sing over better beats
Half-West Indian, your man's don't pepper seed
Never mind who's heckling
You're doing the dougie, I'd rather do the Doug Heffernan
Big house, hot wife
I'm the author in the basement, nice
I don't be caught up in the makeshift hype
I don't need it all, lil' dough and a mic
Ain't nothin' in my Sprite but Sprite
Ain't nothin' in my Jamie but Jamie
Maybe one day in a navy Mercedes
But let's talk today, please

Oh, oh, oh
I give you somethin' to see (I see)
Is you fuckin' with me?
Whatever it be, it never mattered too much to me
(Uh, HD on the big screen)
It never really mattered too much to me
(Floor seats with the Knicks team)
It never really mattered too much to me
(And a Rolex with no ticking)
It never really mattered too much to me
If it was up to me
We'd be ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka

I kiss the girl in the mirror soon as I wake up
No makeup, time to get out and get my cake up
His train fare's over Vanity Fair
I ain't got no ride, just the pairs I wear
But I remember, I remember when
I remember when I met him, tryna hustle up a ten
Ridin' on a F train, then he try to explain
Why I gotta be his next main
He said, "Excuse me, little cutie, I know it ain't your duty
But I couldn't help but notice that your breath is kinda fruity
We probably buy the same kinda gum"
Damn, that was dumb, but fuck it, shorty, tell me where you from
'Cause I ain't even rockin' with a wallet full of profit
I never gossip and I promise to be honest
We can be free, pretty little MC
Took his hand and I said, "It's alright with me," you see

Oh, oh, oh
I give you somethin' to see (I see)
Is you fuckin' with me?
Whatever it be, it never mattered too much to me
(Red bottoms and designer bags)
Hah, it never really mattered too much to me
(VIP in the club on smash)
It never really mattered too much to me
(Big rocks with the icy swag)
Uh, it never really mattered too much to me
If it was up to me
We'd be ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka, ow

You know what I'm sayin'?
Rough and Souls, bitches
Ain't no nation like a donation
Cop this motherfuckin' album
Pinky ring not included
Make sure that you leave the baby seat in the
Back seat when I pick it up from the dealership
So motivational, ain't it?

Big-legged older woman
She said, "You here, but when you comin'?"
There's Cîroc in the freezer and cinnabons in the oven
And two kids, but they with my cousin
Wait, that reminds me (What's up?)
I'm a sucker for pumps and Pump Omnis
I think Lovers Deluxe or Ron Isleys
Why I'm here rhymin' now, no actin' mami
I ain't one of them lames with fake crime scenes
You don't want it the same, then hey, try me
We ain't one and the same, I'm trained, I'll be
Up in they lane timely, comin' to take proudly
Anyway, I'm hungover with a cinnamon roll up in a Ziploc
Just play in the background like Hitchcock
We are no longer in it for the well liquor
My name's a bell jiggler, get it for sale, nigga

It's P
Let me tell you somethin', man
Don't tweet me for no bullshit
Just bought your aunt a Kindle Fire, HD
Your aunt got a big-ass Android phone
With my picture as her screensaver