Too Late (feat. Jadakiss)
Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
I don't wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo)
Don't know what she do with y'all, she come here and take it off
Ain't no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off
Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls
Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time
Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find
Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, "Nevermind,"
Might be bad but she ain't good, and I know these hoes be lyin'
Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they nevermind
Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn't slime
Let a nigga cross me once, it won't be a second time
Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down
Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh
Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year
Used to hoop, didn't go to school, in the same gear
Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain't care
Seein' I rap on the news, it's the same hair
Wish the chalk could see what's in my heart, lotta pain there
Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain't playin' fair, blah
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
Ha, ha!
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
I don't wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo)
Don't know what she do with y'all, she come here and take it off
Ain't no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off
Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls
Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time
Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find
Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, "Nevermind,"
Might be bad but she ain't good, and I know these hoes be lyin'
Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they nevermind
Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn't slime
Let a nigga cross me once, it won't be a second time
Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down
Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh
Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year
Used to hoop, didn't go to school, in the same gear
Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain't care
Seein' I rap on the news, it's the same hair
Wish the chalk could see what's in my heart, lotta pain there
Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain't playin' fair, blah
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
Ha, ha!
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Matthew Samuels, Jason Phillips, Jorden Thorpe, Anderson Hernandez, Adam King Feeney
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