The Later Hours

Hello? Wyd ? When you coming back home? I'm in the studio I'm finna be out in a min okay... ight... ohh ahh Ice inside my cup, behind this 5% tint Shawty know I ain't no thug, but I still hide my feelings Got me open like a book when she grip all my diamonds Shawty went to school for nursing and she my medicine Please don't ever treat me like none of them other men And I'm still fighting demons Had to blow that pole right at the door, the opps was creeping Oh, you never seen the reaper, now you get to meet him My people look up to me, they feel I'm the hood preacher Trying to stay away from jail, come out of that cell Free all of my demons, trying to prevail Hope, time a heal, God forgive And they know that I'm real, that's why I live And that fake shit kills What you know about that splitting shit up just to make a meal What you know about that washing in the rain ain't pay the bill Mama, I'm sorry for all the stress I'm causing Promise we gon' be ballin With all these stars fallin You won't ever have to work again I promise, your son yea I'm all in I'm losing all of my friends Feel all I got is family in the end Why you had to pretend But it's cool though, I'ma stand on all ten I never follow no trends But if the opps bust, we shooting at them And then get out of that jam Oh, oh, oh, oh You chose royalty over loyal me What if I had lawyer fees What if I had no one around and all I needed was a supportive team You ain't wanna help when a nigga was down But wanna ask for door keys but its back to the drawing board, I ain't tripping now, more peace Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Soul