Too Late

(アルバム： UNDER8ED - 2019)

[Pardison Fontaine:]
Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker

Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fucking late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fucking face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fucking fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fucking face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plotting on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fucking city on my mo'fucking pace
Run this whole fucking city on my mo'fucking —

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
Taking 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 lying
Niggas' feelings getting hurt, I just pray they nevermind
Niggas' niggas getting 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
Seeing 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 playing fair, blah

Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fucking late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fucking face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fucking fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fucking face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plotting on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fucking city on my mo'fucking pace
Run this whole fucking city on my mo'fucking —

[Jadakiss:]
Ha, ha!
I be smoking woods with the shooters (Yeah), grabba with the stabbers (Uh-huh)
Who got all the money? (Who?) Who bitches is badder? (Who?)
I be getting to it (Mmm), I ain't with the chatter (Naw)
'Cause if you got a family, none of that don't matter
Got the city on my back (That's right), shoulders starting to hurt (Mmm)
Niggas only come around 'cause they know I got the work (Haha)
I don't throw 'em under the bus, I throw 'em in the dirt (Yup)
That's how you make it hurt (Mmm), I show 'em what I'm worth
I'm a certified gainer (Jada), lawyer on retainer (Uh)
You call him a hitman, I call him the painter (Woo)
Bad bitch on a leash 'cause I ain't tryna train her (Naw)
We gon' do her greasy (Yup), you gon' try to claim her
It's too late, haha!