Too Late

[Verse 1] Whether you red or blue Possession of weapons and drugs is federal It's all good until they sentence you And then you catch a quick 25 I got respect if you left the get-money life I met a nice cat who did a dime flat Told him, "they just got me for a dime stack" Now it ain't nothing that I can't grind back But I want my dime and all my motherfuckin' time back I'mma fight that but still my life's up in air I'm left without a choice I have to not fucking care There's nothing like a cell where nothing's there But if they knew everything, they'd give me the fucking chair Yeah, and I don't act like I'm unaware When they roll me up, it's not like I'm unprepared No, I don't have drugs in my underwear These cops search and seize, giving me the third degree But you searchin me pervertedly... you a faggot pig Hands in my pockets like, "what's this?" ... that's my dick Go ahead, grab my drawers No, that's NOT a gun, that's my balls What the fuck? People die for priding rags So you can't front, you can only hide behind a badge So don't be surprised when they driving by and blast Yeah, you try to take it back But now it's... [Verse 2] Motherfuckers getting pistol-whipped like Chauncy I had to move out my mama's crib and live with my auntie I got scars, I got burns like Monty These guns ain't toys, and the crew ain't Motley You can have fear in your heart, they'll tear you apart Like Nas said: beef... where does it start? Places where long-standing feuds at We do not have to shoot cats, we got peoples on hand to do that We earn chances for ourselves and piss it (?) These wounds are self-inflicted, I think of everyone innocent Ever held in prison, the people in there With no one outside their cell to visit When we were kids we all thought we'd be on television Now we repent in fear of being sent to hell for sinning But we won't I used to think money would buy happiness but... money don't And cats go crazy for some honeycomb 25 to life, it's a wrap like mummy bones Kids don't think their life matters And they need to change they flight pattern And they need to start to think about the life after I would never take somebody's life for this bread But for the fam, I would do life in the feds My homie's on the block just hustlin', poppin' bubbly Those motherfuckers came through and shot his cousin So now it's...