Nike' the Artist - L8TER Lyrics

What the f*ck, y'all I accidentally deleted my whole ass take, Maestro that's what
You get for
Leaving me alone in the stu
Ain't in the booth
F*ck it, I'm feeling cool
I got my dog in the room
F*ck it, I got em confused

With all of them moves I make
With all of the pics
With all of the shows
All of these hits
I'm reaching my goals

I got em pissed
Like, tell him get on line
F*ck it, I'm on time
They think I'm early

Like f*ck it, I'm futuristic
F*ck it, I'm going the distance
F*ck it, I'm on a mission
F*ck it ima do em like dishes washed up

Giving out giving out kisses to my haters so they blossom
Maybe then they'll change
Just get out yo brain love
Maybe just go save
A little bit then boss up
Get out your own way
Getting yourself crossed up
I stay in my lane
So I'm feeling awesome
F*ck it, throw it in the wind
I throw a parlay for the win
I know they be holding it in
That jealousy really a sin
I can't think about making amends
I kinda wanna see em again tho
Flex a little bit
Just for my motivation
I swallow my pride and I just keep the pace up
Karma come around and I might see you later
Late, late, late, late, late, late
Late, late, late, late, late
After a while, crocodile
I ain't never clocking out
Me and mine on the prowl
Living free
Living wild

Late, late, late, late, late, late
That Karma come around and I might see you later