Better Late Than Never (feat. Henri)

Walking through mazes Been going through phases I need answers and these shots been as clear as my days is My therapist tell me that I'm adhering to changes Try to self reflect but when I do the mirror don't say shit My vision blurred When I hear mom voice it hits a nerve I scroll through my gallery cause her pictures worth a thousand words The gift and the curse the women think I'm a flirt I almost swerved after kicking my last bitch to the curb Made it rain on the stripper the money quenching they thirst My shorty hate the fame but she don't complain bout to the perks Look at my dilemmas jkelly a rolling stone I'm looking for my Beyoncé I promise it wont be long I'm undisputed when it come to music Niggas pass but I'm the one the one to shoot it Get on a track and niggas run like mucus It's not a game my nigga So better just chill to the next episode But still I came from a city where you can't buy filler So my life is like the greatest story I never told Dawg it's now or never My shirts used to holister ride in Teslas drive cameros With women of the finest textures Cut from a different cloth you still in polyester Cashmere thoughts I'm still on My life is like Sylvester Rocky roads had me miserable If you don't add value you expendable My Quotes is memorable flows unlimited My foes identical Doing math with this paper so I F*ck hoes in intervals Ain't got time for it Crying no I had grind for it Is life is black white I'll earn my strips in some Concords On a one way exit To riches please relay the message I'm wilding mining like a diamond I relate to the pressure Ironic I been fucking hoes all over the map But still I be trying to find new ways to escape my exes Better late than never Always wanted to show and prove The world finally paying homage I felt it was overdue Because I use to question God like why a Nigga a signed And then the phrase Late bloomer became my only excuse Better Late than never Build with my fam Asap I prosper with the fans Cause I remember all that ramen Betty Crocker in the pans Back in high school was filling up my locker with these jams Now every record a knocker I'm getting offers for the jams Like CP with the clips boy Almost rings for these I'm feeling like I'm Hitboy I got a King's Disease I'm a G with steez Gangstarr Coming out the shadows homie Gangarr Taking this whole thang far aye But it used to just be a thought Dropped and dreaming a lot The plot was steaming the pot but now we be the cream of the crop Sixteens scheming the block I bricked now greening the shot I'm thoroughly for the ville from the boroughs out to the hills homie Man me and Jalen we historical and greats We be balling through these changes like it's Oracle to Chase We embraced cause ya couldn't get this aura pulled replaced Check the airwaves we be climbing up on this staircase