Excuse Me
Im just a young man out here
Trying to get it
Every young man needs a mentor
But every young man can be a mentor
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 cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what the numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats what the change is
Everyday we hear the same damn song
Looking for the moment that the wave reform
This revolution wont 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 Im launching
Im a father of two kids
Getting that college
Im that father of two kids
That lead with knowledge
There's a target on my back
And I cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
There's a target on my back
And I cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats 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 im 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 cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats what the change is
Trying to get it
Every young man needs a mentor
But every young man can be a mentor
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 cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what the numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats what the change is
Everyday we hear the same damn song
Looking for the moment that the wave reform
This revolution wont 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 Im launching
Im a father of two kids
Getting that college
Im that father of two kids
That lead with knowledge
There's a target on my back
And I cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
There's a target on my back
And I cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats 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 im 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 cant have that
There's a target on my black
And its a habit
The kids protesting my black
Thats what numbers get
The kids got my back
Thats what the change is
Credits
Writer(s): Luigi De Gaspari
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