Too Late (feat. Jadakiss)

Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker

**** wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late

**** 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 ****, need a tool in a safe

Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on mo'fuckin' pace

Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on 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'

****' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they never mine

****' **** gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn't slime

Let a **** cross me once, it won't be a second time

Graveyard full of **** 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 then go to school in the same gear

Nappy headed, no haircut, ****, I ain't care

Seein' Iraq on the news, it's the same here

Wish the chalk could see what's in my heart, lotta pain there

Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain't playin' fair, blah

**** wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late

**** 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 ****, need a tool in a safe

Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on mo'fuckin' pace

Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on mo'fuckin'—

Ha, ha!

I be smokin' woods with the shooters (Yeah), grabba with the stabbers (Uh-huh)

Who got all the money? (Who?) Who bitches is badder? (Who?)

I be gettin' to it (Mmm), I ain't with the chatter (Naw)

'Cause if you got a family, none of that don't matter

Got the city on my back (That's right), shoulders startin' to hurt (Mmm)

**** only come around 'cause they know I got the work (Haha)

I don't throw 'em under the bus, I throw 'em in the dirt (Yup)

That's how you make it hurt (Mmm), I show 'em what I'm worth

I'm a certified gainer (Jada), lawyer on retainer (Uh)

You call him a hitman, I call him the painter (Woo)

Bad bitch on a leash 'cause I ain't tryna train her (Naw)

We gon' do her greasy (Yup), you gon' try to claim her

It's too late, haha!