But it's too late, it's too He
You her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Treat me like the Prince and this my brother Numpsay Brother Numpsay! sound too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all the movies Says she want diamonds, I her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Friday's, I have it my way
Too late, we gone, we home Gone, we on chrome too late
Y'all don't want no from me you rappers could get is a job from me Maybe you be my intern, and in turn show you how I cook up summer, in the winter Aaron love the raw dog, will he learn Caught somethin' on the tour he had to "Let it Burn" Plus he already got chil'run Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, yo' turn!" 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your raps is super official pastel with Gucci on With TV's in the ride, throw a on Said he couldn't rap now he at the top doobie long Cause the dookie's on any song they threw me on, gone
We strivin home, I ride on We home, gone Killa, I on chrome
Knock knock, who's Killa Cam, who Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true Oh my blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the ma we goin' to the dealer No concealin', no ceiling I need a roof Act up, get out, I need you poof Poof, be gone, damn tough dag Dag, niggas still puff puff pass Pull the up fast and I tell 'em Hey, back in a up Jag, shit Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, An old man just goin' 'em (Too late, he, gone) Then I see how y'all react when I'm (Gone) My girl want me back then I'm on Fine stay, you got the hey Came back, read the sign say (Too late, he, gone) Yes I know you to see my demise Yeah you church boy like a thief in disguise Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my Ask Abby hustle for a week to the Chi, shit And that leavin' alive, please believe me Gave Weezy a of the pie, and You can ask George or The whole Westside I explore the Beemer now
We home, I ride on chrome homeboy move on That's your bet, why's that
I pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And tryin' to help his with the fact that her child gone And since we used to bubble like a tub of Calgon Guess only right that I should help her from now on But they got a foul on, what coulda' gone wrong Now they askin' Cons, how long has gone on And maybe all this money mighta' gone to my they got me thinkin' money mighta' gone to the feds So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed And when I came the mornin' he was gone with my bread And with that bein' said, I had gone on my And gone to the spots where go to get mixed drinks But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone 10 But I had gone my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talkin so I had gone to the car And now the judge is tellin' me that I had too far And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind And since I gone to a cell for some petty I guess I to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
I'm of my time, sometimes years out So the powers be won't let me get my ideas out And make me want to get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just at my Aunt's house Yeah, I romance the of leavin' it all behind Kanye away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine" Before, model was bendin' over or asked me Benz or Rover, man If I just get one beat on Hova We could get up off cheap-ass sofa What the of the Chi got to offer an 18 year old Sell drugs or get a job, you play gyro My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up A week later the manager the churros Sometimes I can't it when I look up in the mirror How we out in Europe, spendin' claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone I know I got it, I don't what y'all on I'ma open up a store for MC's Won't sell 'em no dream, but the is free But if ever flip sides like Anakin sell everything includin' the mannequin They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Hold on I'll handle it, don't panickin', stay calm Shorty's at the door they need more Inspiration for life, they souls, and they songs said sorry Mr. West is gone