It's too late, too late for flowers It's too late, too late, too late, too lateIt's too late for flowersWhere I'm from, if it ain't struggle engraved then it isn't trophy worthyStill swimming, stuck on this wave and our waters cold and murkyPour the Henny, let me clean my throat and get my story readyDesperate, I was auctioning my pain and getting gorgeous penniesPretty cheap on the low low, I bought this dream on Adolo with no receiptJust a photo for the vibes and I got torn alreadyCautious when it, vicious how I prep the meat and score this bellyCause I don't need a seat at your table if it ain't portion heavyTell them I've been waiting, waiting, prayed about my spending habitsGod said I need saving, saving, Cain and Abel, not my brother's keeperBut the goals have been the same for ages, watching seasons pass and now my nature's changingCause a man won't leave the block until he's paid the pavement back for all the pain it gave himTouche, these flowers come in bouquets, don't throw them till it's too lateIt's early, she give me Kirby, my soul intact though it's 30Forgive them, they did me dirty, spoke ill and they sufferedCaught all these niggas too fake, can't hide it on the surfaceIt's burning, it's like a brulee, I got radar for the full gazeCome around me with that noise and we collapse it like a souffleDeserve me, I get two plates, we're human but not humaneCaught money, Satan's toothpaste, smoke focused on a dateJustin, your baby mother's due dateBut who the *** am I to judge the silent oneI've been collecting coppers, gave me Midas touchI'll tell you if I find enoughGoes to pay attention to that drama you've been vibing offFrequencies they're hijacking, energies they're trying to suckPlease don't wind me up, I got bills in my faceNo Mighty Ducks in life, can't be a bitch and that freak always trying to turn me onIt's only my gut that I can trustDemons at my door trying to sign me up on a slimy oneThe problem is, they'd rather hang you for having confidenceI'm stone cold, I could be bolder still but they rock with thisDrop the pin, I'll show you where I wrestle withI wrestle with my mental like Khabib and ConorI can't let them disrespect my temple, bro, I leave with honorIf you're from the hoodie, that's essentialLack of fear of God congratulating meI'm just a vessel that's been veering off the course that I was sent toGame one where this is said toI came with that gas like they're serving lentilsAnd baby said she feel me so much that it's sumo-sexualCrazy where this pain can have you lent toShe said she wanna tip, it's getting risky nowI gave her *** to think about and promised that I'd let her seeIt's too lateToo late for flowersIt's too lateToo late for flowersIt's too lateToo late for flowersIt's too lateToo late for flowersLookI'm in pieces searching for my peace and look at what I foundSo many dead versions of me laying on the groundI'm an entertainer, not a clownSo prep the paper, get the stapler, show me bread, forget the bakerCause I don't mean they should lose weight when I say drop the poundsI got bellies that I need to feedExpectations I need to exceedRight now my name's ringing like alarmsIf I don't go to work then I'll go back to sleepCopprocrastination is a thiefBut it hasn't taken my beliefsSo I'm back to basics with these beatsWhile she relaxing naked in my sheetsI think my spirit animal's a camelCause I got this weight on my back that I needI did this better when I'm under pressureBut this *** has had me praying on my kneesHoping to gravitate into the seasCan't wait till I'm really drinking from the streamsStill a bit a little bit scaredFeeling like a buffy pinDon't know if I'm fitting in hereSpraying so that I can hold your attentionEdgy enough to control the directionBut I don't wanna gel in that sectionI'm doing this style for attentionBut I guess natural growth look a little bit weirdAll these words getting more aliveThis is just God's body with some more liesYou can pre the surface but there's more insideIf it's pre the time and then you know it's litWhen we all arrive and they're pouring mineZeus I'm probably on 4 or 540 days and it was 40 nightsSat discussing with the jaws aliveHow do I swallow these bitter pillsThey been feeding my whisperingYou're the guy, you're the guy, you're the oneI'm doubling down every quarterCause if you're looking for me then it's all of usThat's a factPrivate dinners with all the miceThat's a factThat's divine timing on the border causeNow I'm sat at a banquetAnd I couldn't have planned itWhy you say that broCause I know only God whether watching this sort of stuffStill a bit a little bit scaredFeeling like a buffy pinDon't know if I'm fitting in hereSpraying so that I can hold your attentionEdgy enough to control the directionBut I don't wanna gel in that sectionI'm doing this style for attentionBut I guess natural growth look a little bit weird