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MoneySign Suede - Too Late (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoneySign Suede
MoneySign Suede
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christoffer Marcussen
Christoffer Marcussen
Songwriter
Suede Dollars
Suede Dollars
Songwriter
Jaime Brugada Valde
Jaime Brugada Valde
Songwriter
Muhammad Abdul Aziz
Muhammad Abdul Aziz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremiah "Picaso" Aubert
Jeremiah "Picaso" Aubert
Executive Producer
Will Steller
Will Steller
Mixing Engineer
Prod.Palaze
Prod.Palaze
Producer

Lyrics

I know how you feel, lil' **** (hey LuciG)
Keep your head up though, just keep goin'
Just keep going, shut up, lil' ****, ay
Ay, free my **** Polo, you straight, free Musty (Palaze, what you cookin'?)
We still in the struggle, so I'm tryna make way
You ever felt stuck and kinda lost your faith?
You ever woke up and felt like running away?
My people say they're straight, but I see their pain
Grew up to my mama always working like a slave
Grew up with no dad, but I'm a man, no bitch raised (nah)
I dropped out, I ain't get to graduate (I dropped out)
Look now I'm on stage (ay, ay)
Look, mama, everybody know my name
Like the **** I became
I don't want the love that I ain't get before the fame
That I ain't get when I was rained
It's like you suffer to lose a lot, but you gain (but you gain)
I'm happy married with the game
When I ain't have it, I was lookin' at your plate
You wanna ride now, but now it's too late
I don't think your love was for me
You say you love me, you ain't show me
Show you 'cause I know how to ride by my lonely
I used to care but (pfft), that's the old me
Late night, I be praying for the whole team (for the whole team)
Shorty wanna fuck me on the low-key (on the low-key)
Yeah, she a thot, but she won't fuck if you got no cheese (ha)
She for you, she for me, she for the homies
Shit lowkey fucked up where I'm from
The homie just got robbed, so now he wanna get a gun (ay, ay)
Everybody geeked on that shit, like that shit fun
In your city, that shit rare, in my city that shit nothin'
Free my **** Polo, say he barely see the sun
Free my **** Musty, say he wanna see his son (free my ****)
Don't get caught up with them ****, **** run
Don't be playing with your life, with your luck
All them broke nights, I remember
Dropped her off when I teach her that lecture
You don't wanna meet me and my temper (nah, ****)
Keep it on me block, be hot in December (blow, ****)
A **** like me, I want respect (I want respect)
Keep it on my waist just in case shit go left
Tell me that you love me right, now not when I'm dead (not when I'm dead)
Tell me that you love me right, now not when I'm dead
Look, mama, everybody know my name
Like the **** I became
I don't want the love that I ain't get before the fame
That I ain't get when I was rained
It's like you suffer to lose a lot, but you gain (but you gain)
I'm happy married with the game
When I ain't have it, I was lookin' at your plate
You wanna ride now, but now it's too late
Now it's too late
Don't be playing with your life
Like the **** I became
Everybody know my name
Mm, it's too late
Don't be playing with your life
Written by: Christoffer Marcussen, Jaime Brugada Valde, Suede Dollars
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