KOOL-AID

Excerpts of my life bring tears to the eye of real niggaz
Dry my eyes ima heal with you
Voices I'll never hear hand shakes I'll never feel nigga
The shit hurt but it bigger then how I feel nigga
Lux whips and big knots I peel nigga
Banana clip on this k don't make me peel niggaz
Cap back stay on point like thumb tack
I'm tryna leave here how I came fully intact
Car collisions and bang outs now how you love that
Just got a scratch on my neck and a nigga dealt with that
Could have easily been life ending
Could have easily been a life sentence
Not a day goes by where I don't think vengeance
How could it be only me still here in attendance
But I'm living for the ones who ain't
Living for my momma won't have no complaints
Get her a house big yard huge fish tank
If she wanted everyday she'd play a different mink
I gotta see it while she here the only thing I think
Yeah
But it's never too late until it's too late
This life gave a nigga lemons I made cool aid

It's never too late until it's too late
This life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late this life gave me lemons I made cool aid
It's never too late too late
This life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late this life gave me lemons I made cool aid

I'm sharp with the skills let's skip the debate
I been undisputed you can not relate
Lebron with the rock I'll dunk off your socks
A seat with greats reserving my space
Stresses of life I handle with grace
Spent a long time handling weight
Dodging the jails
Never been shot this gotta be fate
Car crashes, shoot outs
came out it unscathed
Took 8 niggaz to stab in the neck I am never afraid
Dropping bars like a power lifter
Never drive without the arms ain't no paddle shifter
Stay with the stick just incase they gears shift up
All I ever wanted was the car doors to lift up
When I get it prolly choke up like a hick up
Cards I was dealt look like 52 pick up
They gave us uno cards for the Texas hold 'em
It piss em off so bad how we never folding
How the knots so bigs we can never fold em
How we quizzed by the pigs and we never told em
Success is bitter sweet
The kids that I'll have my niggaz never get to meet
Goals I accomplish they'll never get to see
I hope the afterlife real and it got spot for me
Who gives a fuck hoody provided by homie sweet
I hope he make it selling clothes
Cause these niggaz never want what's best for you until the casket close

But it's never too late until it's too late
This life gave a nigga lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late this life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late
This life gave me lemons I made cool aid

Niggaz said I'd never get my shit on iTunes well here I am
Now I tax them for a feature call me Uncle Sam
Tryna make a fortune off the rap like dental dam
I'm much older my heart colder
Used to be known for mean mugging like hot foldgers
My moms ain't like coffee so I hid my crack boulders in a can of Folgers
My uncle found it had crazy night
I wasn't supposed to have it so I couldn't try to fight
Moms left the crib now it's on I can make it right
Found him in the room with a bitch they was high as kites
I can't lie I choked him and took his gold chain
I lashed out I lost the re up in a dice game
I'm tapped out sold our ice to get it back again
That situation taught me that the game is fucking the game
Washing money up my fabric softer I'm tryna gain
Life's a spin cycle when it goes around it comes back again
Yeah

But it's never too late until it's too late
This life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late this life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late
This life gave me lemons I made cool aid
Never too late too late
This life gave a nigga lemons I made cool aid
This life gave a nigga lemons I made cool aid



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Writer(s): I. Meeks
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