So, yeah, man, it's way too late, yeah, man, it's way too late, yeah, man, it's way too
late, man, it's way too late, yeah, it's way too late, yeah, it's way too late, yeah, it's way too little
Go la marijuana on the class plate
Hit the joint, I get the chills, but I ain't smokin' but the될 feels like movin' at a fast pace
On top of that n**** skill jacket, that's a hollow test
So if you thinkin' that's your ass, babe
When you ring, you lie your lies, you thinkin' again
The second guess I'll let your friends in, they'd get you in a bad place
Six below, body colder locked up inside the pen
What a doom fan, rollin' to this new jam
You ain't heard that I'm the shit, we'll check your local newsstand
I'm bringin' chains like the coins and the counts
Gushes the swag days over, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Check it, chain worth the house, rollin' round the box
Stuntin' it's easy to blow the paper when you ain't workin' for nothin'
But shit me, I gotta work for somethin'
Represent the struggle for the niggas who ain't out there frontin'
Walkin' with a gun on their hip, waitin' for a nigga to trip
So he can get a grip, put a bullet through his soul
Watch the bullet hole drip, hop in the ride
Put it in drive like a squirtin' in depth
So lace your jays, it's a bumpy ride
Listen to me if you tired of lies
I'm goin' faster lane change, you guys are in danger
The game changer, they didn't open up the door to a complete stranger
It's time to shine a good closer on the red hanger
I'ma hit the booth and make 12 bangers
And rollin' so much weed, you think I had 12 bangers
Fresh record, I'm travelin' through the court
And right inside of your brain, I'm mental note on your board
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But I don't understand, I'm niggas seein' all they see is rain
I've been this way for years, so I ain't trippin'
If you call me lame, either way or go, you speakin' my name, the intro
Hi, catch me with a bottle, two shots if anything
Keep her head hollow, I get her intel like a quarter
She gave it to me, simply in that order
Yeah, I'm slicker than the bowling lane, smokin' on that leprechaun
No the dame, clover flames, we don't even smoke the same
I handle the bar well, cause I know the game
I'm dishing out bars, here take a shot
I can twist the nigga, I can make a knot
Smokin' to make a pot, I got my own two hands
Break a clock, yeah, yeah, wait
Let me position myself, I ain't a rapper that be rappin'
Contradictin' itself, I'm physically fit
I ain't fit for the belt, championships, that's where victories fell
Trippin' is the game, change, play your cards right
Or we change games, that shit is no discussion
Her hand was hittin' so hard, she sufferin' a concussion
Only me, over me, is chill for the moment, please
love, I love, I love, I love, I love
love, I love, I love
love, I love, I love
love, I love
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