Letras
Better late than never, but never late is better (Facts)
Had to get back right on timing, get my stuff together (I got my shit together)
I don't listen to no haters they just say whatever (They just talkin' nigga)
I'm too locked in with the music, in the booth, I'm tethered (Yeah)
Open book there ain't no hidin', yeah the Kidd turn nineteen
Say I'm mature for my age, her others niggas wildin' (Her other niggas wildin')
Fresh to death she say I'm stylin' I don't know who flyer
Say on God my music trash, them same folks is dyin'
Say on God my music trash, they droppin' dead right there (Cap ass niggas)
Got that smile make her double back, and stop and stare
Never had to fake my image to make these niggas care
I'd rather die being myself than turn into a clone
I'd rather die trying in music than to sell my soul (Bitch)
Get it on my own (Ho)
Do it by my lonely (Huh)
I don't even answer the ringtone, most these niggas phony (On God)
Too locked in can't get distracted, I'm the new age Kobe
Ran up two four, R.I.P to Kobe (Rest in peace to Kob' nigga)
She don't call me by my stage name, she think she know me
Tiko, boy that nigga crazy, yeah he OD
I don't even walk on beats no more lil' bitch, I'm just floating
R.I.P to Kob' nigga
Huh, yeah
She think that she know me
Huh, yeah
Damn that nigga OD
I don't even walk on beats no more, I'm just floating
Better late than never, but never late is better (Facts)
Had to get back right on timing, get my stuff together (I got my shit together)
I don't listen to no haters they just say whatever (They just talkin' nigga)
I'm too locked in with the music, in the booth, I'm tethered (Yeah)
Open book there ain't no hidin', yeah the Kidd turn nineteen
Say I'm mature for my age, her others niggas wildin' (Her other niggas wildin')
Fresh to death she say I'm stylin' I don't know who flyer
Say on God my music trash, them same folks is dyin'
Better late than never, but never late is better (Go)
Had to get back right on timing, get my stuff together