Excuse Me (feat. Mr. L)

Did you just compliment on how I speak
Excuse Me

How you surprised that these kids ain't sleep
Excuse Me

What time we arrive ain't on spectrum
Excuse Me

When we get there we gon' you show the problem
Excuse Me

There's a target on my back
And I can't have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit

The kids protesting my black
That's what the numbers get
The kids got my back
That's what the change is

Every day we hear the same damn song
Looking for the moment that the wave reform

This revolution won't televise today
They want me to believe that all news fake

I've been feeling out of place
At the office

I've been feeling like today
Could bring a coffin

Put some respect on my space
Bro you coughing

Put some respect on my grace
Bro I'm launching

I'm a father of two kids
Getting that college
I'm that father of two kids
That lead with knowledge

There's a target on my back
And I can't have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit

There's a target on my back
And I can't have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit

The kids protesting my black
That's what numbers get
The kids got my back
That's what this change is

Ya need to get outta the way
Oh, yea sit relax

There some things that I gotta say
Oh, yea sit relax

How ya gone diss me in front my face
Oh, take that back

He don't rock designer clothes
Cuz well he broke

Look at his shoes they got some holes
Buying some sneaks he can afford, like Filas or some Reeboks

He get no girls cuz well he fat
Black fender on the Cadillac
Oh did he crash?
Nah it ain't that
Well he broke, only got that

Bouta tell ya something
Don't like designers, cuz I don't like em things
Holes up in my feet cuz I was working mane

Bagged a couple shawtys, cuz they said my weight ain't nothing mane

April 2019 the year I crashed, almost grew some wangs
All I'm hearing is haters talking, they all the same

They keep on saying, boy you came a long way
Excuse me

They keep on saying, boy you came the wrong way
Excuse me

They keep on saying, go back to your place
Excuse me

Ya terminated, now get the hell up outta my face
Excuse me

There's a target on my back
And I can't have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit

The kids protesting my black
That's what numbers get
The kids got my back
That's what the change is



Credits
Writer(s): Luigi De Gaspari
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