Shit It's Wiz Khalifa man This shit hot, right? Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink And the city wanna know what, except that I claim Blackout be the gang, it's attached to my veins And I don't got a problem giving naps to Elaine Order every syllable, every rap to my name, ye The grim reaper came back with a cane That's me, spittin' crack to your brain Niggers, they can't stand me, ladies, they demand me Damn your man's handy And I'm the mayor when I blam with them hands Have you seeing stars like you walk with them Grammys Your reign was short, I'm running it now Knock your teeth out for biting, now you be gunning my style I keep it, honey I'm selling them, I'm the blackout Put my sneakers to your face, you'll be running your mouth It's too late nigga It's too late nigga Man, it's too late Y'all niggas ain't early enough It's my time nigga And some say I'm contradictory Cause I flow nice and spit I mean, trying to get green Play it how I split teams You'll be sixteen, storming nigga sixteen Six two, feeling glock with a sick lean Big dreams, only two words, get green Which means never had no job I spit, to keep it simple, the truth like no lies No god, I know why I make it clear, there's no reason for your life And I make it ahead, see me speeding and blow by You dudes fake, I see through you with closed eyes And won't stop, till they can get rich And make pay from the rap I spit It ain't hard to tell, like a snitch, that I'm next on deck And care less about who making the pay Listen, it's too late It's too late nigga It's too late man It's too late Y'all dudes fake, pray for me It's my time nigga You catch rabies if you bite this hair Safe to say I don't like to share, ye You see I'm what the ladies want, so they like to stare I'm a beast, I eat tracks and bite the snare See I got blind eyes and they like the glare Dudes hate cause I rock shit they like to wear And I'll battle anybody who can fight the fan Spit, crack, put the pipe in their ears And my boys have the nigga broke down in a second Shots split a clown into sections Round your protection, I'm back at it like a crack addict The fact I spit crack dog, I'm ass-backwards I lay it down, bring a clown to his knees See, we be a truce in D, ye And niggas faking like they kicking cause they moving them keys But if I shoot you I be doing a deed nigga It's too late It's too late nigga It's too late man It's too late Y'all niggas ain't early enough It's my turn nigga
Written by: MELANIE SAFKA, PETER SCHEKERYK
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