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 nigga, 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 Niggas 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 nigga, 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 nigga to fall, it's too late Yeah It's too late to hate, nigga I'm in the mansion, kick back, doin' great, nigga Left the streets, be in bed by eight, nigga Only bitch I'm tryna hit is my babysitter (This nigga 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 'til 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 nigga, 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 nigga to fall, it's too late Ayy, 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 nigga, 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 nigga to fall, it's too late