I feel like I’m livin’ to lose/Who the fuck gon’ fit in my shoes?/I been patient for twenty years, put some respect when I move/Truth states won’t be denied, I go no chances to lose
from Too Late lyrics by Trae the Truth
A sonic pick-me-up from a rapper with little left to lose. He’s gone all in and prepared to see his career out to the very end. It’s the standard ride-or-die jam with little in the way of lyrical ingenuity. To compensate for the lack of firepower he commissions Post Malone, the biggest tourist in the game. A clown with no credibility. With him in the mix, it’s a total wash. One rapper’s last gasp.
