Too Late

Why they all talking shit to me
Why I let the niggas get to me
Took a sack and then I flipped it G
On SSJ shit
Got M's like I'm Majin strips blue like sonic
They can say shit
My hitters keep jackals bitch I'm not playing
All of that talking, that do not phase me
Should of known from the start I was crazy
I keep protection I can't have a baby
I keep protection, I'm not slipping daily
Am I cuffing no is she fucking maybe
(ONE)
Time for a nigga who ripping it
(TWO)
Pistols you might need some healin bih
(THREE)
Jacks so my trap is legitimate
Trap with a 9-5 dog you a hypocrite

Ain't no complaints
Didn't wanna be my ride or die till I start getting bank
And now it's too late
All of the racks in the safe and imma still flex in your face
You know your place
Under a nigga who you overlooked then tried to be fake
Now it's too late
Now it's too late

Eyes wide open Eyes wide open
Don't lose focus don't lose focus
He ain't know this, she ain't know this
He so bogus she so
She so jaded, he don't know shit
They ain't know about me blowing
They ain't know about me blowing
All the rackays that I'm blowing
You don't know me since 6th grade
Where was you with the Beyblades
Where was you on the other side
You only knew me all you did was hate
They don't know what to say
And I stopped giving hints now
Just know it ain't shit to say no
When hoes ask for a handout
Bitch you stepping on my land now
All you see is the brands now
I got hitters knock your man out
I got that Man down
I got that Sho'Nuff
I got numbers just to call your bluff
When did my boys ever give a fuck
Cert got the pistol GMAKIN Up

Ain't no complaints
Didn't wanna be my ride or die till I start getting bank
And now it's too late
And now it's too late



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Writer(s): Paul Barbarin
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