No Excuses
Rents Due, car note, cell phone
Gas light flashing as going home
Just tryna put my eyelids on low
Tellin' wifey I'ma quit as a pack a bowl
Clock in and clock out and go home and sleep
Wake up then clock in and clock out, repeat
I'm on it as always my fam got to eat
You not gettin' yo money? Young man take a seat
Cause its cash in these streets even ducks get bread
Stay broke watch these women get to shaking like some dreads
No plans to get paid boy whats wrong with yo head
Only a matter of time before a bus stop is yo bed
Dollars, Skrilla, Paper, Scratch, that's all they gone respect
Move with a sense of urgency all hands on deck
Poverty's a trap but I'm cutting through the net
You can call me any name but put the right on the check... Bitch
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the track crackin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's cracking' whatie do cuz
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks crackin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's crackin' whatie do cuz
Mouthful of worms boy I'm up before sunrise
You in bed and comfy I'm grinding past midnight
Do what you must gotta keep yo shit tight
Bring home some checks and watch her get some act right
Grown man shit no playstation nigga
The game stops here man I needs this skrilla
Bills keep coming and the stress gettin' realer
Don't wanna resort to being a dope dealer
But if I gotta I'll do what I gotta do.
Grab work from the homie hit streets and run through
Mama keep on praying cause I'm a straight foo
Bout to lose my cool break ranks and break you
When my phone ring-ring, ain't talkin' bout no Ching-ching
Please don't get offended if I tell you suck my ding-ding
Light you up like bing-bing you fuckin' with the real thing
Investing in apartments after pawning off yo Bling-bling
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks slappin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's cracking whatie do cuz
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks slappin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's crackin' whatie do cuz
Gas light flashing as going home
Just tryna put my eyelids on low
Tellin' wifey I'ma quit as a pack a bowl
Clock in and clock out and go home and sleep
Wake up then clock in and clock out, repeat
I'm on it as always my fam got to eat
You not gettin' yo money? Young man take a seat
Cause its cash in these streets even ducks get bread
Stay broke watch these women get to shaking like some dreads
No plans to get paid boy whats wrong with yo head
Only a matter of time before a bus stop is yo bed
Dollars, Skrilla, Paper, Scratch, that's all they gone respect
Move with a sense of urgency all hands on deck
Poverty's a trap but I'm cutting through the net
You can call me any name but put the right on the check... Bitch
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the track crackin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's cracking' whatie do cuz
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks crackin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's crackin' whatie do cuz
Mouthful of worms boy I'm up before sunrise
You in bed and comfy I'm grinding past midnight
Do what you must gotta keep yo shit tight
Bring home some checks and watch her get some act right
Grown man shit no playstation nigga
The game stops here man I needs this skrilla
Bills keep coming and the stress gettin' realer
Don't wanna resort to being a dope dealer
But if I gotta I'll do what I gotta do.
Grab work from the homie hit streets and run through
Mama keep on praying cause I'm a straight foo
Bout to lose my cool break ranks and break you
When my phone ring-ring, ain't talkin' bout no Ching-ching
Please don't get offended if I tell you suck my ding-ding
Light you up like bing-bing you fuckin' with the real thing
Investing in apartments after pawning off yo Bling-bling
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks slappin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's cracking whatie do cuz
Bring my money I need my doe quick
No Excuses no time for hoe shit
All the tracks slappin' got the hood buzzed
What's happenin' what's crackin' whatie do cuz
Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Adams
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