Better Late Than Never

My Brother Dizz Made This Riding in my eighty seven IROC like it's a Maybach Smashing the gas pedal to the metal In a pair of Chuck Taylor high tops nigga why not? Lightning coming out my eyes like a Frylock When I'm in the booth I'm the motherfucking truth Ticking time bomb Soon as the rhyme drop it blow up in your face Like you ain't got a second left on the time clock (Boom) As I consume life as I resume like an army platoon fight Whatever the goon write fill another tomb site Feeling like a bare foot werewolf howling under the moonlight (Ooowh) Leader of the wolf pack get back Crooks back Niggas wanna flex with a Instagram hood rat Quit that skip that this that Got the whole industry shook rap Eliminate when I innovate I'm a inmate Every bar is a prison gate They thinking it's a joke 'Till the pistol penetrate and give 'em eight When I'm bringing the smoke it's a little late to ventilate I authenticate everything that I syndicate Sleeping on a renegade quickest way you can get awake Forget a snake I set a demon straight When I demonstrate haters'll disintegrate Nobody's harder you better get the Carter You better get the Blueprint Better get the Marshall Mathers LP before you tell me You can fuck with the beast from Eastie LB (Wha) Mow your whole family down Casket get closed like hand-me-downs Got degrees in lime plus sugar in your tank that's cap and gown (Wha wha wha wha whaa) Sinister synonyms in the center is syllables Shots enter your ligaments I'ma kill 'em in intervals I'ma give 'em an minimal of ten in the mental And then the pistol'll download your spirit the shit is digital (Ah) I'm talking 'bout weapon squeezing Guess the reason It's one eighty seven season Your chest is bleeding My hand is reaching Until you heart beats in my right palm That's how I pledge allegiance Rest in peaces Wanna hear a joke? Niggas want smoke Get they neck broke when I hang 'em from a oak That's death for treason (Ah) Hot with the flow like Pac with the Row I'ma air him out on his death bed at his parents house On the bedspread found out you wasn't paramount Got your whereabouts from a meth head Gave a rock to the ho I don't care about no obstacle Soon as we lock and load Nigga you gots to go Nigga we rock and roll And the choppers'll blow like oo ah ooh oh (Woah) Riding on the I ten East With my ten piece light eyes over sized twin peaks And some nice big cheeks Grinding out here trying to light these streets on fire We just out here trynna get the dough Put the game in a figure four It's a go Came for the cheese Franck Muller Franc with a C This is no Kenneth Cole Flame with the speech Vicious flow Vicious like Kid Vishis and his vicious bro Hang with the G's spitters know Dizz program the instrumental If I don't kill it it'll slit my throat Murder No sheep herder I only sit with goats Family Bvsiness