Too Late

Had to to cut off that dead weight
Niggas dead hate still waiting on my dog trail date
If you searching to be the best my nigga you gone find great
Fuck what a clown say I'm flipping p's pound cakes
Ah ah ah better know what you doing with that drake nigga
Stop wasting time bitch you late nigga
Make up your mind you better think nigga
Stop sitting around trying to blame niggas blaming niggas
I than seen the realist niggas fold up
Why you stunting with that money and bitch you owe up
I remember cutting on light seeing roaches
I was in the hole breakfast was cold lunch
You don't know my struggle bitch Damn if I don't bubble bitch
These niggas be on that sucker shit
These streets can get your mother hit
Better break out that shell young nigga fuck all that humble shit
Every since lost my brother I only trust my stick

See these niggas ain't never been through shit homie naw
And see god he will put you in them situations my nigga he will homie
Real recognize real stop listening to these niggas
And start watching what they do homie ah ah ah

What the fuck these niggas mean to me
When I was down and out what the fuck these nigga do for to me
When I was up that road what the fuck these bitches send to me
Got to get that payback I can't show no fucking sympathy
Bump heads with my cousin and that bitch nigga drew down on me
Punched him in his shit and the bitch went and told my aunt on me
They beat you out them pounds homie you ain't even get down on them
Don't care if you my blood I can't let that shit just fly homie
Had to stop fucking with these niggas boy
Better stop loving on these bitches boy
Survive the worst conditions pop sign no birth certificate
Pop a perk before the mission had to get it out the mud to get it
Miss my granny hugs and kisses can't do no more drugs I'm finished
Went and found a plug and flipped it
Ayou don't show no love you finished
Twenty three and one no visits confiscated you mail and pictures
I was moving drugs in prison it ain't no love it's gritty

Ah this shit treacherous homie ain't no love in this shit nigga
And about time they show it to you
You don't even want the shit
Environment you in is the environment you keep
You ain't on what im on stay the fuck from around me

I know niggas grimey
I remember all them times when they use to down me
I know bitches moving quarters and half's and they dime pieces
My dog want a quarter of slap he need a nine piece
Can get it on consignment and have you bitch bag up fen
Run with nothing but savages still on that travis shit
Big money big lavish shit ain't trying to live average bitch
Straight eight the establishment
Still got to announce the shit
Still up on that macking shit your bitch up on my lap and shit
What you heard that shit ain't accurate lil bro was out here wacking
Ah ah what you heard that shit ain't accurate lil bro was out here wacking shit

Ah don't play with him nigga eightip savage nigga
Eightip silly man nigga carlos tbaby what's happening nigga ah
Mob still ain't forgot