
Late Lew Sid
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[Chorus]
If it ain’t about no cake, imma be late
It ain’t adding to my safe, imma be late
Ain’t no food oh no I’m straight, imma be late
That’s not rude, that’s just my mood, imma be late
Oh you say it start at 8, yea that’s great
I don't care who mad or hate, imma be late
If it ain’t about no cake, imma be late
Let’s be straight up out the gate, imma be late
[Verse 1]
On the hustle, i been trying to make it shake
Cross the country, I got dogs, every state
I got brothers in the jungle selling weight
I got sisters selling bundles selling plates
That’s the chase, we ain’t got no time to waste
Tell you straight up to yo face, why be fake
If it’s business, then ok, I’m on the way
If it ain’t, you can wait, imma be late
Yea my time is precious I can’t get it back
I ain’t got no extra time to sit and chat
Unless the conversations how we making racks
Ain’t no party unless we celebrating, Facts
Yea you used to see me out like all the time
Back when I ain’t have a dime
In a different state of mind, yea
Now just know before you text me on my line
You gone pay me for my time
Or I’m acting like I’m blind, yea
Never on time I know
Want me there on time you better find my dough
No money involved, oh that’s fine just know
I’m running behind I can’t find my coat, imma be late
If it ain’t about no cake, imma be late
It ain’t adding to my safe, imma be late
Ain’t no food oh no I’m straight, imma be late
That’s not rude, that’s just my mood, imma be late
Oh you say it start at 8, yea that’s great
I don't care who mad or hate, imma be late
If it ain’t about no cake, imma be late
Let’s be straight up out the gate, imma be late
[Verse 1]
On the hustle, i been trying to make it shake
Cross the country, I got dogs, every state
I got brothers in the jungle selling weight
I got sisters selling bundles selling plates
That’s the chase, we ain’t got no time to waste
Tell you straight up to yo face, why be fake
If it’s business, then ok, I’m on the way
If it ain’t, you can wait, imma be late
Yea my time is precious I can’t get it back
I ain’t got no extra time to sit and chat
Unless the conversations how we making racks
Ain’t no party unless we celebrating, Facts
Yea you used to see me out like all the time
Back when I ain’t have a dime
In a different state of mind, yea
Now just know before you text me on my line
You gone pay me for my time
Or I’m acting like I’m blind, yea
Never on time I know
Want me there on time you better find my dough
No money involved, oh that’s fine just know
I’m running behind I can’t find my coat, imma be late
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