WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Too Late

rate me

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 Grammies

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

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