After Hours (Freestyle)

It's too late for us, for us, for us, no It's too late for us, it's too late for us (seven shit forever ever) I get pussy, I get money I'm drinking syrup way more than I should I'm taking addys way more than I should Even though I was prescribed to 'em Ain't no sleep for a nigga without no money And the rich don't sleep For the love for the money is the root of all evil Baby, I'd rather have peace Devil in a dress, she got prada on her panties Put a hundred in the tech , bought a chopper for the family Shawty drain me for it all , swear this bitch just like a cancer Say she wanna see me ball but wishing bad on the youngin Long nights jugging, praying bad on a hunnid Break a nigga heart with a smile like it ain't nothing Put a bullet in her face, moving bad off emotion And my options stay loaded, I'm having bitches galore I'm having mo mud to pour, go to sleep thinking about her Even if blood on the money, we gon' still count it Bloe all that shit with wockhart on my black and mild Get these bitches out my way, these hoes better count they days Pussy money Codeine, that's how I start my day Before I sip tris, I'll go on a cleanse Love don't live here, that bitch took it with her And my pockets still on Tookie Willams I Left Dallas last week, how the f*ck they put that iron on three Legal problems stress me out, all eyes on me And you don't make this shit no better, no more time for to spin Put my heart in your hands, sign the deal for the advance Put your problems on my back, I love you, so I handle them Stone cold bitch flipped on me like she ain't love the kid My new bitch gon' eat it and she tell them hoes don't come for him My new bitch gon' eat it , tell them hoes, ayy Tell you me where you at I'll be there second Tell you me where you at I just touched down in the city Wockhart sipper, heartbreak id On adderol 30 I done spent least a ticket Free lil' brent, he ain't got no sense When I miss my bitch, I put Meechie on her sister In the red zone with you, bout the people that I love Put shells through the door, for me and Kutta even kicked it Hard on a hoe, turn the lights off and hit her Fucking bitches in the city who don't like a nigga pictures Do you love me? Is you with me? Telling me shawty how I miss it Do you love me? Do you miss me? Prayin' Yanna come get me If nobody ever tell you, I'm forever proud of you Eyes gettin' heavy, this shit heroin, not dog food Prayin' all my thugs watch over me, I'm comfortable Sleepin' on the phone, if you need me to, how much I love you