is it too late?. Lyrics

She always had ambition wanna live her life

Independent, free of all the struggling and strife

Always knew she gonna have to make the sacrifice of putting work before relationships it always led to fights

Every nigga that she dated just complained about the time that she spent at work

But know she had to do it just to climb up the corporate ladder

Shatter every ceiling, reach the heights that she wanna reach?

She had to leave them niggas all behind

Fast forward she's successful, got them lined

The cars inside garages of the houses that she buys

Vacations to Hawaii, fine dining pairing wine with some lobster but some buried thoughts resurface in her mind

The cars are cool but yeah she wants some kids that she can drive to school

To kiss goodbye, to run and hug when she arrives from work

A husband, one to keep her bed all warm at night

Wondering if she'll ever have that life

She thinking "can I make it?"

Can I make it?

Or is it too late?

Is it too late?

He fucking every woman living in the city

Knowing that he got a wife at home, and man, she pretty

Lately she been noticing that he's been acting iffy

See some scratches on his back and some marks that look like hickeys

So, she confronts and asks him questions where do he be?

When he claims he's working late and coming home at 3 beat

Up and tired "Bae you wiling, damn it's all the T.V that you've been watching

Paranoid, I'm innocent believe me"

So she let it go, but it ain't been but 3 weeks

Before she got a message in her DM from a Cece

Like "Sis if it was me I'd hope the woman come and me

Been sleeping with your husband and I'm pregnant carrying his seed"

He comes back home to see her packing, man, she really leaving

He's bout to lose his world it dawns on him how much he needs she

He's crying on his knees whiles hugging her. He's begging, pleading

He's tryna make it right it won't be easy

He's asking "can I make it?"

Can I make it?

Or is it too late?

Is it too late?

His mama always said "The boy got demons in him"

He grew up robbing, stealing, taking shit from men and women

He making life unbearable for everybody living within the same community he does they all his victims

The parents use his name to scare their kids to help or listen

"If you don't stop the way you're acting, [inaudible] will come and get you"

He feels invincible cos trust they always try to stick him

But everyone who tries ends up in stitches or in ditches

A big fish in a pond he's getting too big for his britches

The petty crimes are not enough for life he wants be living

He tryna live like Scarface, world is his, you can't convince him otherwise

And so he plans to rob a bank for millions

He walked inside the bank and pulled a gun before he lifted

Security put 5 in him, he's bleeding out and drifting

An ambulance got called, the paramedics do their best and

With bated breath he letting out a sentence

He's asking "can I make it?"

Can I make it?

Or is it too late?

Is it too late?

I always had dreams of being a star

The allure of the money, hoes, clothes, and cars

If I keep on at this par, then I know in my soul these dreams will take me far

But man, I'm seeing everybody making it but me

Well first it's Nasty C, and now it's Black Sherif

Kweku Smoke, DMC, King Paluta, Kojo Beez

Should I change it up and see, and start singing afrobeats?

I don't know. Maybe if I sold my soul I will go

"Nigga no, don't do it, keep it true, be a pro

Go on road, do a show, sign a deal for the low

Hang in there, stay real, give it time, it will grow"

Man, that's the thing, I don't think I got time

Cos in rap when you're 20 something, man, you're past prime

That shit is weighing on me but I can't start crying

I will always give it one last try and ask "can I make it?"

Can I make it?

Or is it too late?

Is it too late?