History in the Making/Never Too Late

[Part I: History in the Making]

[Intro]
Yeah
It's another one of those
Y'all niggas know
412, Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I'm so incredible, wait, with no metal to waste
I flow great, and that'll level ya face
And I'll still let a nigga have it
You talk greasy but you still a faggot
I front on cowards cause you niggas backwards
I got my money right, game on top
And it's been said that I'm the key to put this game on lock
I'm from the city of the triflin' hoods
But when you see me, got a smile on my face
Nothin' sweet, it's just that life is good
Yea, I dodged the hood, slums came up out that
Rap game about that, to gain pay without crack
See I'm a youngin' with too much on my plate
To let some small change half a youngin' dumped in a cage
I seen niggas make sales
Niggas get knocked and make bail
And take lives, their worries ain't jail
With no regards for life cause their livin' ain't well
Who gotta make it to heaven cause they livin' in hell
But me, I don't do much just keep to myself
And stop these cock-suckin' mothafuckas seekin' my wealth
I was told the world's cold but I see for myself
And I'm too hot to take the backseat or the shelf
So I'm here, for some reason though, they hate it to death
The love's gone, only hatred is left
Only achin' and stress
A king not to be mistaken for less
And this here is for the taking, this is history in the making, yeah!

[Interlude]
Yeah
It's ya boy Wiz, man
Prince of the City of Steel, you already know, man
It's history in the making what we doing right here
Fuckers can hate it if you want to, just sit back and laugh, smoke and get money on y'all niggas, you already know
Ain't nan' nigga gon' stop my grind
Work too hard to get here, you feel me
Let's do it!

[Verse 2]
Where I'm from, it's kinda hard to trust
Cause the hate's from most of your own people
They're fake and they're all see-through
Hate to see a nigga when he's stackin' his bucks
Rather him be down in the dumps, and out on his luck
But I'll be damned if my grind stop
My mind tickin' like a time watch
And I'm gonna be spittin' 'till the time's not
Presently there, I touch minds everywhere
And I'll ride hoping heaven is near
See the pain in your eyes, young with every stare
I seek peace, but these streets will never be fair
Cause somebody done took Greg's life
Son reached, deceased
No time to blink or think twice, damn
Wonder when it's gonna be my time to meet death
I'm stressed, need to ease my mind
And unless one of y'all try to see what's mine
Then I'll eat through your flesh, bones, and leave that spine
You see I did the right thing
I stayed up out the gun and knife game
I knew about the pain it might bring
And we all got problems
I chose to smoke blunts just to drown 'em
The top, but I rose from the bottom
And I'm here now, ain't no body harming young
My screw's loose, they say something's wrong with young
Your time's up, I'm just warning young
Cause this here's for the taking, this is history in the making, yeah!

[Outro]
Yeah, y'all muhfuckas better play close attention to what's going on, man, that's what it is
Rostrum Records
What up Benjy! Yeah
Thanks for that doe, nigga, I needed that
What up Chad!
ID Management, ID Labs, E. Dan, Hub, BLAH!
What up Pittsburgh!
412

[Part II: Never Too Late]

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
Never too late, too late to stop-stop
Never too late, too late to stop-stop

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
I'm tryna have the wrist all glitted up
Whip all kitted up
Niggas say Cam change, Wiz couldn't give a fuck
Spit it like my last song, one life, live it up
Niggas see Cam's change, kids couldn't get a buck
So please don't approach me, man
Like this a free show, cause you don't know me, fam
And please don't extend your hands like you know we fam
And please don't pretend like we homies, scram
Where was all this love at when I was only Cam?
When I was tryna sell y'all my only jam?
I don't keep friends, when we only fam
And take falls, I'll never, I will only stand
I'ma make us all rich, is what I told E. Dan
If you don't know me now, then how you know me then?
And I hope y'all loving the kid, but if not, it's

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
Never too late, too late to stop-stop
Never too late, too late to stop-stop

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm tryna have the strip all whipped out
Crib all pimped out
Chicks smiling in my face, tongues all licked out
Flat on the front side, back all sticking out
Waiting for that one time a rap nigga dig her out
But you gon' have to slow up love
Tryna skee cause she think I'ma blow up cuz
All she thinking is me getting her nails done, and her hair done
Ma, I'm not the one
I don't need no chick plotting all my chips
No birds tryna fly with me on my trips
If I am with a Miss, she a down ass chick
So take a sec, just chill and get off my tip
I'm just tryna get rich of these tracks I get
And you tryna get rich off the scratch I get
And you chicks think it's all about bread, but it's not, it's

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
Never too late, too late to stop-stop

[Interlude: Sample & Wiz Khalifa]
Cause I want to tell you, that there's no point in hating anybody
Because to the extent that you tear down another, you tear down yourself
Yeah... yeah
We have to understand that

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm tryna have the city on lockdown
Fam off the block now
Money coming fast, more cash than the cops now
Would harass, but they can't really not now
Used to laugh, but your man's really hot now
I used to rap for the kids in class
Told em I would use rap just to get my cash
And I was only worried about how to get my math
And told my teachers and the staff they can kiss my ass
Cause I can't find a interest in my book
So I stayed to myself in every class I took
Supposed to be doing work, but I made my hooks
Cause I get motivation everywhere I look
And I show no regret for any chance I took
But I learn from mistakes just like I should
So if you dudes ain't paid your dues, for you fools it's

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
Never too late, too late to stop-stop
Never too late, too late to stop-stop