[Lyric] Late (Yung Kidd C)

[Intro]
Ah, what the boy, whew
Ooh, what the boy say?
Uh, What the boy say?

[Verse #1: Yung Kidd C]
I’m just tryna figure out, what the boy say
Hussle get this cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two people born in May
You can’t shortcut this shit, boy you always gotta pay
You can’t shortcut this shit, boy you always gotta pray
Up to North in this shit, want the sun, not the rain
I could still make the cash, without a gun or the fame
(without a gun or the fame)
Faced my fears up front, I ain’t run from the pain
(ain’t run from the pain)
All the tears and the trauma, but I still stayed the same
(still stayed the same)
Always told my homie and my Grandma, I’ma be great
(I’ma be great)
[Chorus: Yung Kidd C and Jaythenolife]
I’m race to the bag, bet I won’t be late
I’m at Da VInci so I got my own picture, gotta paint
At the school, being cool, them the ones really fake
Everything they say bull, but I don’t wanna hate
If I mess up shit, I’ma take you on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support, yea my name they gon’ taint
(yeaa, aye)

[Verse #2: Jaythenolife]
These niggas tryna read my book, I’m on a diffrent page
I got niggas honking at me, we in different lanes
I got niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
Call me “Jay the Ninetales,” how I face pain
Nigga playing wit’ the gang, hit his face, bang
762’s hit his brain, and leave a great stain
I got niggas mad at me, cause I make plays
I got bitches mad at me, cause Ion’ play games
At Da Vinci, they ain’t even fuck wit’ me
Till I dropped Johnny Cage
Tell them fuck niggas, they can’t fuck wit’ me
I’m dropping all the fakes
[Chorus: Yung Kidd C]
I’m race to the bag, bet I won’t be late
I’m at Da VInci so I got my own picture, gotta paint
At the school, being cool, them the ones really fake
Everything they say bull, but I don’t wanna hate
If I mess up shit, I’ma take you on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support, yea my name they gon’ taint

[Verse #3: Yung Kidd C]
The music that I make, yea it’s bigger than me
Ain’t no one to stop me now, yea come kick it wit’ me
Gave it one last time, one last chance
She call me Jordan wit’ the ball, gave her one last dance
Call me Luka wit’ the ball, gave a one leg stance
Yo’ new dude, he can’t fight, got them dead ass hands
Gotta think twice about, gimme’ one last glance
I’ma still want you then, Ion’ care about a mans
On a real note that I leave, I’m the greatest
I don’t wanna be selfish, but I’m asking for some patience
If it’s money on the road, in my vision, I’ma chase it
If I’m ready, before you are, then I’m waiting

[Chorus: Yung Kidd C]
I’m race to the bag, bet I won’t be late
I’m at Da VInci so I got my own picture, gotta paint
At the school, being cool, them the ones really fake
Everything they say bull, but I don’t wanna hate
If I mess up shit, I’ma take you on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support, yea my name they gon’ taint