No Excuses

So many clowns I this town man dis shit a Circus
All deze lames screaming gang mane deze niggas Perping
Ion like em nothing like em cuz Purpose
Spitting pain ain't thanking bout u bitches twerking
Lonely nights up in Chicago I was really
Working
Speaking on my name like I don't Deserve it
From Valley St dey said I'm deep but dat was just the surface
Deep inside I was really hurting
Broke ya heart it ain't my fault dat you thought dat I was Perfect
I gave love to a bitch dat really wanted berkens
God blessed me wit a gift but dat shit really cursed me
I thought dat nigga was my dog but he was just a serpent
Excuse me if I get off up in my feelings n shit
N how I feel fuck a deal cuz I'm dealing wit shit
So many ppl used me dat I got used to dat shit
But I'm not one to really come up wit excuses for shit
You know
From Capitol but I got killers off of Terry Rd
From Jackson nigga but I rap like I'm from Hollygrove
Or Baton Rouge across the tracks where Dey be throwing 4's
From nothing bitch but I just left out the Chanel store
I'm heaven sent but umma give u niggas hell tho
Ain't got not friends I got 7 different scales tho
Trap nigga still might sell yo ass a elbow
Gas nigga u can meet me at da da shell store
Gutta nigga I might still Rock sum shell toes
But my lil bitch might rock a fit up off of Melrose
Went through some struggles that nobody but Rochelle know
Tried to stop a nigga from getting shot n went to jail tho
Bullshit domestic violence charge from 2012 tho
Neva Again all I was thinking when dat cell closed
Can't write no songs while u tryna dodge 12 tho
And Promoters tryna book me for a show I'd rather sell dope
Yea I lost my focus for a minute but u lost hope
And yea dats when u lost me fuck u thought hoe
Gangster nigga but I try to keep it playa tho
Deze niggas ain't cut how we was cut the can tell tho
Dey say Dey some shootas dat shit funny as Chappelle Show
Bugga's selling dope but under pressure they'll tell tho
I ain't no pimp but aye my nigga I'll sell hoes
B4 I sell my soul n wear dat jacket n dat red nose

So many clowns in dis town boy dis shit a circus
All deze lames screaming gang mane deze niggas perping
Ion like em nothing like em cuz purpose
Spitting pain ain't thanking bout u bitches twerking
Lonely nights up in Chicago I was really
Working
Speaking on my name like I don't Deserve it
From Valley St dey said I'm deep but dat was just the surface
Deep inside I was really hurting
Broke ya heart it ain't my fault dat you thought dat I was Perfect
I gave love to a bitch dat really wanted berkens
God blessed me wit a gift but dat shit really cursed me
I thought dat nigga was my dog but he was just a serpent
Excuse me if I get off up in my feelings n shit
N how I feel fuck a deal cuz I'm dealing wit shit
So many ppl used me dat I got used to dat shit
But Dat just come with being great ain't no excuses in this... You Kno



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Writer(s): Kevin Mcghee
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