Too Late

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Dylan Andre

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Yall out here trying my patience yall getting complacent
Shoulda told yall I ain't into waiting make me hold? That's flagrant
Spacing act like you're formulating those thoughts are nascent
Adjacent to me? Man you must be playing with that lame ass fake shit
You ain't been knowing I cut lines like coke? Wait for no one I devise my smoke
This shade I'm throwing I arise I awoke this hate I'm growing inspire my notes
Yall play with me on my rhymes yall choke yall hate to see that I'm fly I'm dope
I serrate the blade and I slice yall throats
Yall platelets stained on my nice white clothes
Chained the gate now there's no way out blade your veins and let the flow play out
Yall pay to play you got no say now I maimed the game you get no payout
Say my name I'm bout to sew they mouths safe to say I'm fitting to blow brains out
Wanna pray to Yahweh? Well it's too late now it's too late now
Lit with the English lit name so known you distinguish it
Blaze so grown can't extinguish it game so owned won't relinquish shit
Old me back on my delinquent shit depth charge out bout to sink this ship
About to explode got to kink this tip man how do I think this shit?
There's something on my mind I can't keep wasting time
There's something telling me to tell you all it's too late
Too late to be buddy buddy buddy I'm too lit you a fuddy duddy
Once you get it your pants muddy shirt bloody
Split you down the front make you less gutty
Your fire's too weak you're a dim lamp squad down got me covered like a skin tan
Axe blade swinging down get you split man no love for these hoes I'm the tin man
That car that you whip is a tin can your bar's so trash you the bin man
Leave you laid up crapping in a tin pan wrap your cold big toe with a thin band
Enough talking bout what I'll do there's no one to compare this style to
I said there's no one to compare this style to say my name again I'll defile you
There's something on my mind I can't keep wasting time
There's something telling me to tell you all it's too late
New fans what up though? Old fans what up bro?
I'll open up the door if you're excepting to recognize that I am the next best thing
If you want to hate me get in line that line's back at the exit sign
If you want to peep a prophetic rhyme I'll be the next thing just give it time
There ain't a rhyme sayer that can top my shit get a vibrator and get off my dick
I'm on a sky scraper you don't know the climate
When my number gets called at least I know I'll die lit
I've been to gates of hell said I wanna battle and I gave them my cell
Smiled at the devil and he tucked his tail
He told me to get out on account of my smell
Spit fire like a volcano I'm live in the bitch like a broad way show
I could be the next president for all they know
When you send me the addy boy I always show
With a black mask with a back pack stacked mag going clack clack
I'm playing in my lane now I'm in yours what I'm bout to do is
What the Lord killed sin for
You maggots don't know what you're in for

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