It’ Too Late

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Keke] Fuck all that playing, let's get the money Ain't no use to having a roof, it's too sunny Boys making deals with the feds and moving funny Supposed to be a smart ass nigga, but you's a dummy Shout out to them hustlers, who smash and keep earning Dark tinted windows, with them backwoods burning My dawg know he still on parole, but he determined Don Ke, spitting this game like it's a sermin Niggas out here watching my play, 'cause they ain't ate I promis that it's much too late, I'm getting cake Sitting in a box of clouds, the music loud I ain't never had to follow the crowd, I'm Texas proud [Chorus: Lil Keke] Smoking up a storm, nigga, I feel great Reppin for the city I love, this my state They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake They just waiting for a nigga to fall, it's too late [Verse 2: Slim Thug] That ass fat, I got a couple extra hundreds just to smash that Laid back, take it day by day Older you get, you just tryna stay out the way Too many crash dummys roming til I park my cars Can't go out like that, man, I came too far Let them youngsters [?] we the bosses in the back Took some time to stack up and get it like that [Chorus: Lil Keke] Smoking up a storm, nigga, I feel great Reppin for the city I love, this my state They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake They just waiting for a nigga to fall, it's too late [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] Sack chaser, stack paper like it's jenga Money calling, so I'm listening for my ringer Counting so much paper, got me cutting 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 deman I'm tryna get some money, this whole world [?] All that back and forth with bitches, that's for Venus and Serina They wanna see me fall, but I ain't [?] My hustle cold as [?] Circle smaller than them dimes, just me and my members This money staying in my hands, it's looking like [?] For real [Chorus: Lil Keke] Smoking up a storm, nigga, I feel great Reppin for the city I love, this my state They see us out here chasing that bread, and getting cake They just waiting for a nigga to fall, it's too late