Too Late Lyrics – Dylan Andre
Singer: Dylan Andre
Title: Too Late
Ya’ll out here tryin’ my patience
Ya’ll gettin’ complacent
Shoulda told ya’ll I ain’t into waitin’
Make me hold? That’s flagrant
Spacing act like you’re formulatin’
Those thoughts are nascent
Adjacent to me? Man you must be playin’ with that lame ass fake sh#t
You ain’t been knowin’ I cut lines like coke?
Wait for no one I devise my smoke
This shade I’m throwin’ I arise
I awoke this hate I’m growin’ inspire my notes
Ya’ll play with me on my rhymes ya’ll choke
Ya’ll hate to see that I’m fly I’m dope
I serrate the blade and I slice ya’ll throats
Ya’ll platelets stained on my nice white clothes
Chained the gate now there’s no way out
Blade your veins and let the flow play out
Ya’ll pay to play you got no say now
I maimed the game you get no payout
Say my name I’m bout to sew they mouths
Safe to say I’m fitting to blow brains out
Wanna pray to Yahweh? Well it’s too late now it’s too late now
Lit with the English lit name so known you distinguish it
Blaze so grown can’t extinguish it
Game so owned won’t relinquish sh#t
Old me back on my delinquent sh#t
Depth charge out bout to sink this ship
About to explode got to kink this tip
Man how do I think of this shit?
There’s something on my mind I can’t keep wasting time
There’s something telling me to tell you all it’s too late
Too late to be buddy buddy, buddy
I’m too lit you a fuddy duddy
Once you get it your pants muddy
Shirt bloody
Split you down the front make you less gutty
Your fire’s too weak you a dim lamp
Squad down got me covered like a skin tan
Axe blade swinging down get you split man
No love for these hoes I’m the tin man
That car that you whip is a tin can
Your bar’s so trash you the bin man
Leave you laid up crapping in a tin pan
Wrap your cold big toe with a thin band
Enough talking bout what I’ll do
There’s no one to compare this style to
I said there’s no one to compare this style to
Say that name again I’ll defile you
There’s something on my mind I can’t keep wasting time
There’s something telling me to tell you all it’s too late
New fans what up though? Old fans what up bro?
I’ll open up the door if you’re excepting
To recognize that I am the next best thing
If you want to hate me get in line
That line’s back at the exit sign
If you want to peep a prophetic rhyme
I’ll be the next thing just give it time
There ain’t a rhyme sayer that can top my sh#t
Get a vibrator and get off my dick
I’m on a sky scraper you don’t know the climate
When my number gets called at least I know I’ll die lit
I’ve been to gates of hell
Said I wanna battle and I gave them my cell
Smiled at the devil and he tucked his tail
He told me to get out on account of my smell (woo)
Spit fire like a volcano
I’m live in the b#tch like a Broadway show
I could be the next president for all they know
When you send me the addy boy I always show
Black mask with a back pack stacked mag going clack clack
I’m playing in my lane now I’m in yours
What I’m bout to do is what the Lord killed sin for
You maggots don’t know what you’re in for
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