Too Late

[Hook] I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pour my cup out I just my spilled my blunt guts All these bitches done up, my niggas a hundred And we rolling them up and keep pouring it up It’s too late for them but it’s not for us I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pour my cup up I just my spilled my blunt guts All these bitches done up, my niggas a hundred Know we pouring it up and keep rolling up It’s too late for them but its not for us [Chance The Rapper] Like my women like my liquor, no light go dark Faded like a wide Mohawk Girl, I know you know me I'm with Michael Rocks You could j in the middle like Michael Fox Oh you're Chi? Me too go Sox, go Hawks Go Katie, go Tink, Go Hard We can live luxe do a lap go-cart On chief on your mark get ready go start Ooh a nigga geeked up, look at all these D cups Ooh a nigga classy, Lean all in my tea cup Damn that Saki sneak up, look how fast two weeks up Yall tweaked, two weeks too weak I'm free to freely twist up Hahaha at you goofy ass niggas, foofoo ass niggas Roy Ayers like "Who that nigga?" #AcidRap for you smooth jazz niggas Thick hoes wanna juke that nigga And everybody else wanna shank you Breaking ankles with Banco It’s a little too late quite frankly no thank you [Hook] [Sir Michael Rocks] I'm one on one with your favorite lady I'm in her house like central air I’m in her hair and between her legs I can’t lick that shit if there’s pimples there If there’s no taste and there’s nothing there Get my gold plate and my silverware You pick up tabs and pay her bills And take her kids to Build-A-Bear Ain’t no cutting corners in the winner circle So motherfucka you still a square My nigga got the blue Louis Vuitton iguanas Givenchy kinda played but it’s still ok Man I dream of money when I fall asleep There’s hundred dollar bills in the pillow case My nigga Choosey gone who gon fill his space Who gon fill his shoes you can't run his race My money, my hundy is on my k I don’t want it I hit it that’s all I take I’m on liquor I’m leaning but I'm ok I don’t kick it with niggas cuz all y’all fake I mean my homies my homies my niggas my niggas We cannot be split up cuz that’s how they get us The pick of the litter the diamonds the glitter All of this cheddar we trying to get rid of [Hook]