Lyrics Finna Be Late - Jaylikethealphabet

This remind me back to livin at my momma crib
She was sweatin me and sayin boy ain't a kid
Get job, go to school, go down south
Don't matter what you do just get the heck up out my house
Off the couch (clean the house)

Said the same thing when I'm in school
All you care about is God, then you such a fool
Better get them good grades so you can get the loot
But hurry up if you ain't first
Then you gonna lose

Finna be late

You can't tell me nothing bout myself
It's been ordered numba 4 I got the patty melt
Neva fold I gotta call this what I was delt, show my hand it's a plan all I do it step

But you can't talk to me
Been a killa since we sat in elementary

In my bag, tell the world hope you listening
All I care about it cash over anything
I gotta go get it I gotta, If i don't then we gotta problem
My vision is focused winning
I guess society's bout it
They told me my life is a waste
If they do not see nothin movin
Said you gotta pick up the pace
Hurry up now for you lose it

Finna be late

This life can have you hurtin,worthless
Have you feelin like yours is way off from perfect
Searching, for the answer you dive in to the cancer
That life is bout possession, we need to learn the lesson

Life ain't what I Got man it's who I Got
If I don't got the fam maybe I should stop
World tellin me that I needa go now
God tellin me that I need to slow down

I'm not saying that in life you shouldn't care a bit
But what's the point of stuff with nobody to share it with

I'm not saying that in life you shouldn't a plan
But I'm sayin that it's really all in Gods Hands

The world will tell you that it's money that will fill you up
But when you get then you realize that it's not enough

I hope really you understand the game I'm telling you
And don't believe the world and buy what they been selling you