2 Late

Flako Atm in this bitch man, addicted to money you heard
That 2-7 shit soco block shit, EPT shit West Texas shit man you know how we come coming
Whole lot of Texas shit
I showed love and they showed hate, I was real and they was fake, I smoke gas to elevate

don't double back now cause it's too late
You know how I'm rocking, chasing the money, no jogging, if twelve snatch me up I ain't talking
Inside a Beamer I really got tired of walking, straight to the top ain't no stopping
Fuck everybody who doubting, I know they be hating, but they steady watching

Stacking the bread inside old Nike boxes, I'm tryna take off like a rocket
Still keep one inside my pocket, me and my migo plugged in like a socket
You know Flako be dripping like a faucet, fucking this bitch she exotic
All in her guts every time I go in, her ass popping, but fuck it

Let me get back to the subject, I don't fuck with niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Stuffing these runts inside blue fusion dutch's and don't play with me cause I tend to hold grudges
Come from the floor like a rug, I was 11, I hit my first jug, ran off on the plug, it was what it was
I'm just a young migo who don't give a fuck

I keep my cool but this shit can get lit like a lighter, climb to the top like a hiker
I took his work now I'm feeling like Swiper, never stay down I'm a fighter
I spilt some lean on my shirt, come from the floor like some dirt
I ain't have shit yeah my pockets was hurt, break up a wood and I stuffed it with purp

Put up the bars, the X and the perks, I saw my brother in the hearse, that shit hurt the worst
Come from last place but I'm popping up first, like bitch my name Flako, what's up what's the word
You know I get fly like a bird
I showed love and they showed hate, I was real and they was fake
I smoke gas to elevate, don't double back now cause it's too late