Too Late (feat. Jadakiss)

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Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker
 Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
 Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
 I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
 This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
 All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
 Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
 I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
 All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
 Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
 Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
 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
 Takin' 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 lyin'
 Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they nevermind
 Niggas' niggas gettin' 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
 Seein' 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 playin' fair, blah
 Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
 Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
 I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
 This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
 All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
 Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
 I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
 All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
 Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace
 Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin'
 Ha, ha!
 

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Duration
02:54
Key
10
Tempo
170 BPM

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