[Chorus: KingTrey]
You know niggas always late
Why y'all niggas always late to the party?
You know niggas always late (Look)
[Verse 1: KingTrey]
If I'm being real, we was the first to the party
We got this motherfucker started
Who invented culture? We invented rock
We invented hip-hop, who the king of pop?
They say niggas always late to the party, mm
You know niggas always late
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
Gave motherfuckers the mathematics early
Gave motherfuckers the bath habits needed
Can't come clean, the past is too dirty
How do whole numbеrs and fractions get even?
Actions mislеadin'
Niggas bite 'cause they actually still teethin'
Never use your neck when you speakin' to me
White gloves if you reach, be a deacon, my nigga
That's the least you could be, we been preachin' to choirs
Sing 'bout the truth, they gon' feature the liars
The gleam on my tooth from the gold on my molar
The only cap that a nigga know, I was seen in the fire
We a couple bad negros, act like you seen the Messiah
Ghetto superstar, no Mya
Get a new guitar, way the strings gettin' pulled
And the past get accord
Catch me out in traffic, need the basket and foul
Rarely pass anymore, just skip through the lane
White lady mad 'cause I did skip the line
Sorry, not sorry, I got in this bitch late
You know niggas always late
Why y'all niggas always late to the party?
You know niggas always late (Look)
[Verse 1: KingTrey]
If I'm being real, we was the first to the party
We got this motherfucker started
Who invented culture? We invented rock
We invented hip-hop, who the king of pop?
They say niggas always late to the party, mm
You know niggas always late
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
Gave motherfuckers the mathematics early
Gave motherfuckers the bath habits needed
Can't come clean, the past is too dirty
How do whole numbеrs and fractions get even?
Actions mislеadin'
Niggas bite 'cause they actually still teethin'
Never use your neck when you speakin' to me
White gloves if you reach, be a deacon, my nigga
That's the least you could be, we been preachin' to choirs
Sing 'bout the truth, they gon' feature the liars
The gleam on my tooth from the gold on my molar
The only cap that a nigga know, I was seen in the fire
We a couple bad negros, act like you seen the Messiah
Ghetto superstar, no Mya
Get a new guitar, way the strings gettin' pulled
And the past get accord
Catch me out in traffic, need the basket and foul
Rarely pass anymore, just skip through the lane
White lady mad 'cause I did skip the line
Sorry, not sorry, I got in this bitch late
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