Late Bloomer

I've been running shit up like the toilet bowl clogged

And I do not have intentions of me slowing my roll

I got so much more ahead of me and when I hit a goal

I don't let that be the end of me, I keep the list growing

Cause I don't move quick on my late bloom shit

In the same old whip with the same old clique

All I know, I'ma stay in my zone till my feet turn cold

And I'm six feet low, I'ma

Run this shit, I'ma keep on running shit

Like the kid, who else want it like the kid