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thinking we hold on to faith ‘cause that's religion
Misled by the same leader failing to see our vision
Failing to deliver the very things that they promised

me baby
Yeah

Alright
Girl I want your body
Here all night
Girl I want to hear
You say it’s all mine
Girl it’s never too late to apologise
You’re

what you call my phone for?
You say you want space great
Now you wanna talk pick the time and place
I'll be there by 8 please do not be late
If you flip

the Don, no I'm in chains
I'm the villian of the tale but you ain't gonna realise till its too late
Now you're just disgraced, just like me
Oh Penelope,

Come on, yeah, what you mean you done
I sat that cell all by myself how the fuck I owe you some
Y'all barely answer the phone, y'all never ever send

now So just listen
I got a name surrounded by fame That's how the money  sum
I still remember when I asked And you ain't front me none

The realest

wasn't great
You call me
When it was just too late
I say, think about it we-ll
Should I really give you my-self
I should of never shout- out
For them

sooo dead
Yea
Facetime on the late nighttt, eight, nine
Yea
Date night, pick me up, I'm sooo upset
Yea
She was tryna hit me up
I'm like --
Nah nah nah

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wasn't great
You call me
When it was just too late
I say, think about it we-ll
Should I really give you my-self
I should of never shout- out
For them

to chase
I'm a target for fate, I have no time for you fuckers, come back when it's too late
I hope that I won't fade to black, how would you react if I

never pale
I feel like a coach, I been callin' them plays
I'm sleepin' in late, like every fuckin' day
I'm grindin', I'm minin' like I'm in the cave

it
I'll fight you for it

On fire
Defrosted
But never a flake
Call me Tony
A tiger
Man I'm feeling great
Put food on your plate
I write till it's late

youngin' on his grind on his pay day
Stacks up fucking up the time now the team great
Fasten up lucky you gon' ride if you stay late
Han fuck you if you

our mind it's never too late for you to follow the light

Prone to be great grown in the pain so deep in the grave so hard in the paint five days a week

living in the paint
It's a wrap if you try hard lookin like a lame
You can't hop on my cart try hopping on a train
It's too late, aw wait mane it was yo

inside her stomach.
Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.
She can't afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.
Her waistline climbs by inches,

admit it but I see you’re walking blind
Or you’re deaf
Too damn stubborn to turn your neck to the side
So kick back, roll it and smoke it dry
While I
Walk

Hustle till I get mine
Grind 'cause I need mo' shots release
Too late for you to scream peace
This how it is in the street
Leaving is obsolete
And still I

Play till I'm gone
Gotta play cause I'm wrong

Gone too many days without my meds again
Dread the sight of the living
Sick and tired how I've given
You

living it up
Said he's putting in work, he don't put in enough
But I been thinking a lot so I don't sleep too much and
I hope the night don't end before we

(private)
Ride it (ride it)
You right by my side (yeah, yeah) 
Got the bag on schedule, when I hit it with the muscle 
Too incredible, wanna know the past

somebody, oh
If you woulda told me, I'd've never believed
That was gonna be me

Six months go by, and late one night
You took my hand
We're playing

I say
(cause in this rap game)
You ain’t never too heavy to fly
It’s why my bars hit steady I’m ready to rise
Flow’s sharper than machete gotta let me