French Montana - Too Late lyrics

Dipset, Coke Boys something epic, you know?
French, what up? BX, what up?
Harlem, what's bangin'?
Lost in the fog, these hollow hills (Haha)
Blood running hot, night chills
(It's power in we)
So long and lost, are you missing me?
(You gettin' money or lookin' funny
Huh? Huh?)
Is it too late to come on home? (Huh?)
Is it too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive? I hear it's a sad song
(Holla at me, uh)

Through the fire, right through the fall
Big bag like Santa Claus
New sauce for the summer sauce
Marching band, we the drummer boys
And tell the crib I'm on the way back
Though walked to my goals
Took the plane back
And they prayed he ain't came back
All Rocky like A$AP
Un-decisive, persuasive, face lift
Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age
Running out of patience
Serving up the patients
No navigation, grind like bad brakes
Eating lobster with the crabs
That's the bad taste
Same niggas on the rise still
From the bad days niggas on the rat race
Same niggas laughing at us
Started laughing with us
'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb'
Porsches

Is it too late to come on home?
Is it too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive? I hear it's a sad song
Is it too late to come on home?
(It's never too late to come
Home for a gangsta, uh, capo)

If nobody died, then it's not a beef (Facts)
Contrary to the lies, we all got beliefs
(As-salamu Alaykum)
I still keep it in my ride
Or in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
Hood nigga got them yachts
Docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
They still treat me like a god
When I'm in the H (Harlem)
Cut lawyers that eat the charge
Like a dinner plate (Yanna)
We was just ducking them
Charges on the interstate (Facts)
Watch fifty
That's an extra twenty large in the face
(Bust it down)
We both getting money, that is not the issue
(You hear me?) i'm trying to find my woosa
Like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
Still hit a nigga with a TEC
But I ain't got a whistle slide to the wake
Make sure your moms get a box of tissue
(Kleenex)
We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you
Make sure you got rockets with you
(Nero, what up?)
We come home, we get a welcoming committee
When you fuck niggas go home
You ain't welcome in your city (Nigga)

Is it too late
(Too late for what?) to come on home?
(Nigga, when I show up late
I'm right on time)
Is it too late to come on home?
(Better late than never, ya heard?)
Can the city forgive? I hear it's a sad song
Is it too late to come on home?

They tell me if you get money then it
Shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket
Nigga my money can't fit in a bag so what
Type of bag you niggas is gettin'?
We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night
You heard? I been a bad boy
Tell Diddy I been selling that
Danity Kane to get that dirty
Money, you heard me, money?
French, what's up? BX, Harlem