Lyrics:
And when you take your shot, keep in mind the ricochet of your fire
I arrived, I might get blindsided by skylights
I am late
Great, I try, try cuz I'd like
And when you take your shot, keep in mind the ricochet of your fire
I arrived, I might get blindsided by skylights,
I am late
Great, I try, try cuz I'd like
day
They're looking at my wet trousers
Hello doggies
They've passed by
Step 2, what were they smirking at?
Step 3, mind their own business
Step 4
late
Just to update
All these upgrades
On my own time
Like a gold mine
I've been outta pocket trynna be kind
Working day and night, trynna see shine
the time we made away with that Millennium
From the dealership
Before our day when we killin' 'em
Late nights
Gun fights
High speed chases
So close
here
Uh
Reverse the card now uno
In her dms might fuck her
Who knows
School started two hours ago
I know I'm late
I'm just waiting for summer
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For every man that puts in eight or ten hard hours a day
Of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody
7 6 5 4 3 2, count these minutes till next I see you
10, 12, 3 AM, I'm up too late, & I wanna have a lay in, should I call her?
Cant lie to ya, I
Aye
When it's dark, it's never safe
Never mind, too damn late
Better time, better wait
4 blunts on fire, in the face
Never mind, this shits another
Late night cruise in my Honda
Sipping on that bright purple Fanta
Sprite in my veins, imma pour up
Light mg like Tachanka
One zero four we be racing
What four-letter word
D'you know like
Oh! Work, work
Oh! Work, work
I'm back with my old friends
Sat by the Brunel drinking beer
Don't want
how to sing
Hearing that pastor preach
Benediction was all we went for
So we could run home and play connect four
Mum worked late and we learnt
how to sing
Hearing that pastor preach
Benediction was all we went for
So we could run home and play connect four
Mum worked late and we learnt
prefer the chunky black
Every day I'm reminded bout the dangers of smoking
8 o'clock I'm rolling L's, by 8:03 I be coughing
Rehab spots ain't for herb
designer on the waistline
Remember what happened last time?
Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin'
I turn 4 to a 8 'cause I'm doublin' like
the clout
I just want to chill out in the big house
Day ones round, got the guns out
I just need to get lost in the baseline
In the studio by my damn self
and cryin’
And it blew away the sound
Of 4 people dyin'
Two days later at th’ State Pen
A con named Floyd Wells
Was listening to his radio
There in one
But a lineup formed outside your door
And I was way too late
Well, I'd rather start off slow
This whole thing's like some sort of race
Instead
a half-a-ton of pig meat
Up in the hills
Above the farm
Lives a pack of wolves
Never did no harm
Sleep all day
Hunt 'til four
Maybe catch a couple
Her life changed really had to keep her head up
Everything different still everyday she got to get up
Get up at five she know she cant be late she
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
they're PJs but because they're stained
Last week I wore my PJs all day
to the job centre then to get a take away
I gets up late I haven't got dressed
So
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