Too Late (其他)

Dipset Coke Boys

Something epic you know

French what up

BX what up

Harlem what's bangin'

Lost

There's power in w**d

You gettin' money or lookin' for me huh

Is too late to come on home

Huh

Is too late to come on home

Can I

Holla at me

I hear it's a sad song

Through the fire right through the fall

Big bag like Santa Claus

New sauce for the summer sauce

Marching band we the drummer boys

And tell the crib I'm on the way back

Took the plane back

And they prayed he ain't came back

All Rocky like AAP

Indecisive persuasive face lift

Top down ageless timeless stone age

Running out of patience serving up the patients

No navigation grind like bad brakes

Eating lobster with the crabs that's the bad taste

Same n***as on the rise bad days

N***as on the rat race

Same n***as laughing at us started laughing with us

'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porches

Is it too late to come on home

Is it too late to come on home

I hear it's a sad song

Is it too late to come on home

It's never too late to come home

If nobody died then it's not a beef

Facts

Contrary to all the lies we all got beliefs

As-salamu alaykum

Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs

Loaded

Hood n***a got by the beach

What up

They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H

Harlem

Like a dinner plate

We was just ducking them charges on the interstate

Facts

Watch fifty that's an extra twenty large in the face

We both getting money that is not the issue

You hear me

I'm trying to find my like some chakra crystals

Pray for me

Still hit a n***a with a tec but I ain't got a whistle

Slide through the wake make sure your mom's a box of tissue

Kleenex

We gon' hit whoever rocking with you

Who

Catch your a*s in Houston shoot you make sure you got rockets with you

What up

When you f**k n***as you ain't welcomed in your city

Is it too late

Too late for what

To come on home

N***a when I show up late I'm right on time

Is it too late

Better late than never you heard

To come on home

I hear it's a sad song

Is it too late to come on home

Shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket n***a

My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you n***as is gettin'

We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night you heard

I been a bad boy tell Diddy I been selling that Danity Kane to get that dirty money you heard me money

French what's up

BM Harlem