It’ Too Late (feat. Killa Kyleon & Slim Thug)

You know, them same dreams we was chasin'

We livin' in 'em now

They waitin' on us to fall, it's too late

Hey, fuck all that playin', let's get the money

Ain't no use to havin' a roof, it's too sunny

Boys makin' deals with the feds and movin' funny

Supposed to be a smart-ass ****, but you's a dummy

Shoutout to them hustlers who smash and keep earnin'

Dark tinted windows with them backwoods burnin'

My dawg know he's still on parole, but he determined

Don Ke' spittin' this game like it's a sermon

**** out here watchin' my plate 'cause they ain't ate

I promise that it's much too late, I'm gettin' cake

Sittin' in a box of clouds, the music loud

I ain't never had to follow the crowd, I'm Texas proud

Smokin' up a storm, my ****, I feel great

Reppin' for the city I love, this my state

They seals out here chasin' that bread and gettin' cake

They just waitin' for a **** to fall, it's too late

Yeah

It's too late to hate, ****

I'm in the mansion, kick back, doin' great, ****

Left the streets, be in bed by eight, ****

Only bitch I'm tryna hit is my babysitter

This **** crazy

That ass fat

I got a couple extra hunnid just to smash that

Laid back, take it day by day

Older you get, you just tryna stay out the way

Too many crash dummies roaming till I park my cars

Can't go out like that, man, I came too far

Let them youngsters be the stars, we the bosses in the back

Took you some time to stack up and get it like that, huh

Smoking up a storm, my ****, I feel great

Reppin' for the city I love, this my state

They see us out here chasin' that bread and gettin' cake

They just waitin' for a **** to fall, it's too late

Aye, sack chaser, stack paper like it's Jenga

Money callin', so I'm listenin' for my ringer

Countin' so much paper, got me cuttin' up my fingers

Ain't no money there, ain't no need for me to mix and mingle

I'd rather play them blues, but I ain't never been no singer

Behind these last two dollars, that's gon' turn me to a demon

I'm tryin' to get some money, this whole world 'bout my penis

All that back and forth with bitches, that's for Venus and Serena

They wanna see me fall, but I ain't tell 'tember October, November

My hustle cold as Brackenridge in the month of December

My circle smaller than them dimes, just me and my members

This money stayin' in my hands, it's lookin' like Hema, for real

Smokin' up a storm, my ****, I feel great

Reppin' for the city I love, this my state

They seals out here chasin' that bread and gettin' cake

They just waitin' for a **** to fall, it's too late