Late Lyrics

No fuck shit could ever occupy my mind state

I keep my mind straight

Double back, roll it up

Let my mind stray

Aye we used to sell packs out my moms place

Couple racks

Had two stack then said I'm straight

Fresh to death high as fuck

Oh am I late?

Fuck the timeline I be on my own pace

Life a bitch and I took her back to my place

Sweet nothings in my ear let my mind race

Let the tide change

Let what time takes

I been ballin by myself like I'm Tom Hanks

And if shit is ever active then its ALLSTATE, good hands

Give a fuck what all say they all fans

Give a fuck what I say they all dance

Trips to the bank, all bands

Its a trip if you straight

All you see is more hands in your face

Need advance then they dip at the chance

I heard decisions that you make, make the man

You can't find me in no jam

Stay ready that's the plan

Stay ready thats the plan

Never find me in no jam, yeah