budu - is it too late?. Lyrics

She always had ambition wanna live her life
Independent, free of all the struggling and strife
Always knew she gonna have to make the sacrifice of putting work before relationships it always led to fights
Every nigga that she dated just complained about the time that she spent at work
But know she had to do it just to climb up the corporate ladder
Shatter every ceiling, reach the heights that she wanna reach?
She had to leave them niggas all behind
Fast forward she's successful, got them lined
The cars inside garages of the houses that she buys
Vacations to Hawaii, fine dining pairing wine with some lobster but some buried thoughts resurface in her mind
The cars are cool but yeah she wants some kids that she can drive to school
To kiss goodbye, to run and hug when she arrives from work
A husband, one to keep her bed all warm at night
Wondering if she'll ever have that life
She thinking "can I make it?"
Can I make it?
Or is it too late?
Is it too late?
He f*cking every woman living in the city
Knowing that he got a wife at home, and man, she pretty
Lately she been noticing that he's been acting iffy
See some scratches on his back and some marks that look like hickeys
So, she confronts and asks him questions where do he be?
When he claims he's working late and coming home at 3 beat
Up and tired "Bae you wiling, damn it's all the T.V that you've been watching
Paranoid, I'm innocent believe me"
So she let it go, but it ain't been but 3 weeks
Before she got a message in her DM from a Cece
Like "Sis if it was me I'd hope the woman come and me
Been sleeping with your husband and I'm pregnant carrying his seed"
He comes back home to see her packing, man, she really leaving
He's bout to lose his world it dawns on him how much he needs she
He's crying on his knees whiles hugging her. He's begging, pleading
He's tryna make it right it won't be easy
He's asking "can I make it?"
Can I make it?
Or is it too late?
Is it too late?
His mama always said "The boy got demons in him"
He grew up robbing, stealing, taking shit from men and women
He making life unbearable for everybody living within the same community he does they all his victims
The parents use his name to scare their kids to help or listen
"If you don't stop the way you're acting, [inaudible] will come and get you"
He feels invincible cos trust they always try to stick him
But everyone who tries ends up in stitches or in ditches
A big fish in a pond he's getting too big for his britches
The petty crimes are not enough for life he wants be living
He tryna live like Scarface, world is his, you can't convince him otherwise
And so he plans to rob a bank for millions
He walked inside the bank and pulled a gun before he lifted
Security put 5 in him, he's bleeding out and drifting
An ambulance got called, the paramedics do their best and
With bated breath he letting out a sentence
He's asking "can I make it?"
Can I make it?
Or is it too late?
Is it too late?
Always had dreams of being a star
The allure of the money, hoes, clothes, and cars
If I keep on at this par, then I know in my soul these dreams will take me far
But man, I'm seeing everybody making it but me
Well first it's Nasty C, and now it's Black Sherif
Kweku Smoke, DMC, King Paluta, Kojo Beez
Should I change it up and see, and start singing afrobeats?
I don't know. Maybe if I sold my soul I will go
"Nigga no, don't do it, keep it true, be a pro
Go on road, do a show, sign a deal for the low
Hang in there, stay real, give it time, it will grow"
Man, that's the thing, I don't think I got time
Cos in rap when you're 20 something, man, you're past prime
That shit is weighing on me but I can't start crying
I will always give it one last try and ask "can I make it?"
Can I make it?
Or is it too late?
Is it too late?