The Later Hours Lyrics

Hello? Wyd ? When you coming back home?

I'm in the studio I'm finna be out in a min

okay...

ight...

ohh ahh

Ice inside my cup, behind this 5% tint

Shawty know I ain't no thug, but I still hide my feelings

Got me open like a book when she grip all my diamonds

Shawty went to school for nursing and she my medicine

Please don't ever treat me like none of them other men

And I'm still fighting demons

Had to blow that pole right at the door, the opps was creeping

Oh, you never seen the reaper, now you get to meet him

My people look up to me, they feel I'm the hood preacher

Trying to stay away from jail, come out of that cell

Free all of my demons, trying to prevail

Hope, time a heal, God forgive

And they know that I'm real, that's why I live

And that fake shit kills

What you know about that splitting shit up just to make a meal

What you know about that washing in the rain ain't pay the bill

Mama, I'm sorry for all the stress I'm causing

Promise we gon' be ballin

With all these stars fallin

You won't ever have to work again

I promise, your son yea I'm all in

I'm losing all of my friends

Feel all I got is family in the end

Why you had to pretend

But it's cool though, I'ma stand on all ten

I never follow no trends

But if the opps bust, we shooting at them

And then get out of that jam

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You chose royalty over loyal me

What if I had lawyer fees

What if I had no one around and all I needed was a supportive team

You ain't wanna help when a nigga was down

But wanna ask for door keys

but its back to the drawing board, I ain't tripping now, more peace

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Soul