[Verse 1]Ayo, rise in the AM – early morning laying, I just wanna stay inI just wanna lay in – pops like “get your ass up, stop the faking”“We already late, and ..”Sunday morning waking, faking like my stomach’s achingMoms pull out clothes just for Sunday’s best occasionBowtie, no lie, church shoes was aching80-degree weather in a blazer, body blazingAlready can’t wait until this day endJust a little nigga that would rather be home video-gamingNow we on our way in - deacon speakingPreacher preaching to that congregation, mason (mason...mason)Minds wandering off, not hearing that man of the clothTalk about that man on the crossNow we back to prayingOld ladies with church fans screaming out ''amen''Looking at that painting on the stained glassWatching while that collection plate passTithes, offering, to me it’s all the same cashFast forward, got older – a younging that’s gone badLet me rephrase that, a younging that went down that wrong pathNo matter how religious moms or pops wasSteal at the counters, went to cop some (I was young)Product of that environment I was inOnce I left that front door, I could have been out of hereBullets flying is the norm, so most kids walk without a fearFriends dying is the norm, so they walk without a tearRather tat it on their face - to who’s? WaitWhile the old head is yellin’ “it’s never too late”[Outro]Too late, too late, too late, too lateToo late, too late, too late, too lateToo late, too late, too late, too lateToo late, too late, too late, too lateToo late, too late, too late, too lateToo late, too late, too late, too late
