Too Late

[Verse 1] Late nights stalking success, I’m creeping up on it I’m past the point where people say Peaky speaks for the love of it _this boys been troubled, I double up on a couple bits Fin to pop some bubbles, while blowing suttin’ you’d struggle with Tight strains got minds strayed, I see in colours Feds with tight reigns bring a new meaning to beaten black and blue Eyes glazed, sat back waved, I can’t be bothered Like the green doesn’t mean go anymore, But I can’t slack a tune _But what’s this beefing, I’m ceasing to see necessity In meeting just to leave a man bleeding, that’s not my recipe I’m sensibly attempting to leave a mark on your memory Not shouting out some unknown code, that’s open sesame, ha _From gangbangers to bangers, I’m stepping up a bit Enough of wishing dreaming and chatting bout how I’d love, to spit I got the flow that’ll turn you suckers around, causing ruckus You’ll get stuck on the wordplay, the herbs got us [Hook] It’s too late to roll It’s too late to roll the issue away, but I just can’t put down Jane So I might just chill But I’ve gotta work hard to prove, I wasn’t wrong when I chose my way It’s too late to roll It’s too late to roll the issue away, but I just can’t put down Jane So I might just chill But I’ve gotta work hard to prove, I wasn’t wrong when I chose my way [Verse 2] Man ,You couldn’t comprehend the intelligence in my arsenal Critics only spur me to travel balling like Basketball _I got my goals, the game is basically finished Once I’ve made a couple digits, and flipped it, I’ll watch my targets fall I’m too real, and when I tell you I’m real I don’t mean I’m ripping tissues for artificials to feel I just smoke, joke, chill and make some music with meaning Cos anybody with a gun could come and send you to demons It only takes a minute to slip a couple of clips And drip your bullets in your Smith ‘n, grip it, wink and spit your stick at him Your stick’ll split his spirit, Rip his missus and his sisters Make his mother switch to spirits and syrups to fix what’s missing, shit _-Just relax and think straight Stay real with me, when we’re on the block If you got ice on your neck, you ain’t chilling with killers So stay trill with me, if you wanna rock [Hook]