Too Late
French Montana, Jim Jones
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Dipset, Coke Boys Somethin' epic, you know? French, what up? BX, what up? Harlem, what's bangin'? Lost in the fog, these hollow hills (haha) Blood runnin' hot, night chills (there's power in we) So long and lost, are you missin' me? (You gettin' money or lookin' for me huh? Huh?) Is it too late to come on home? (Huh?) Is it too late to come on home? Can the city forgive? (Holla at me) I hear it's a sad song(uh) Through the fire, right through the fall Big bag like Santa Claus New sauce for the summer sauce Marchin' band, we the drummer boys And tell the crib I'm on the way back Dallach to my goals, took the plane back And they prayed he ain't came back All Rocky like A$AP Indecisive, persuasive, face lift Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age Runnin' out of patience, servin' up the patients No navigation, grind like bad brakes Eatin' lobster with the crabs, that's the bad taste Same niggas on the roster from the bad days Niggas on the rat race Same niggas laughin' at us started laughin' with us 'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb' Porsches Is it too late to come on home? Is it too late to come on home? Can the city forgive? I hear it's a sad song Is it too late to come on home (It's never too late to come home for a gangsta) Uh (Capo) If nobody died then it's not a beef (facts) Contrary to the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum) Still keep it in my rider or my boxer briefs (loaded) Hood nigga got them yachts dockin' by the beach (Elly, what up?) They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H (Harlem) Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna) We was just duckin' them charges on the interstate (facts) Watch fifty, that's an extra twenty large in the face We both gettin' money, that is not the issue (you hear me?) I'm tryin' to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (pray for me) Still hit a nigga with a TEC, but I ain't got a whistle Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's get a box of tissue (Kleenex) We gon' hit whoever rockin' with you (who?) Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?) We come home and get a welcomin' committee When you f*ck niggas go home you ain't welcomed in your city, but (nigga) Is it too late (too late for what?) To come on home? (Nigga, when I show up late I'm right on time) Is it too late (better late than never) To come on home? (You heard?) Can the city forgive? I hear it's a sad song Is it too late to come on home? (Haha) (Is it too late?) They told me if you gettin' money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga Ha, my money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas is gettin'? We drinkin' Ace and Ciroc all night, you heard/ Ha, I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been sellin' that Danity Kane to get that dirty money you heard me, money? French, what's up? BX, Harlem
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Written by: Kharim Kharbouch, Joseph Guillermo Jones II
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