Excuses
Excuses, don't even wanna get up and do shit
Mary Jane smoke is my amusement
High as fuck living in excuses, no more stressing
No movement, over dosing while I'm making music
Living in a trap was my influence, high as fuck living in Excuses
It got ahold of me now
Driving my Corolla down at Combes street
Clowning crack fiends on the block so disgusting
Driving and I'm smoking with the homies I get pulled over
Now they tryna lock my ass up with no SUDC (Damn)
There goes my dreams of making all of them comas
Snitched out by a homie I knew was stealing all my product
And only if I knew he had a wire on him
I woulda fired on him on the spot
His mama crying for him,
Now that I'm thinking was I tryna pull a trigger,
Be the reason for a dead, average, snake type of
I shoot for a living I'm in the Army
But if I have to kill someone who tryna kill me, I'm sorry
Young rappers shaking ass for a Cartier like Cardi B
Main reason why your music ain't doing good was prolly me
Through addiction, I know the devil is real
Prostitution self seducing might wind up dead for a pill
Let me not forget my needle stickers
Fans all around me, itching and aching cause they need a picture
Meth and coke, a cheap combination when dealers need a Mixture
Only for the profit with no legal scriptures
Thinking what I could do, so I plead inno-cence
But in a sense I did nothing bad
I was only tryna pay my rent with I Supply and Demand
I was only tryna Ball a little, keep my family fed
Never thought about no consequence and living life in regret
Knife in ya neck, or getting shot when drug deals gone wrong
I know a fiend who sold his daughter for a Fresh 8 Ball
I know a man who chasing Cash with young bitches that he slaps
Whenever cash don't come, but now his ass Locked up, damn
Fast life into a bad life
Money low for a glass pipe
Couple hoes only wanna show some love when they see cash, right
Sell drugs during class time
Fiends hooked on a bass line
Locked up, now so say goodbye to that pussy you gon see last time cause
I've been high all the time
I don't feel no love, I've been feeling numb, I'm numb
Excuses, don't even wanna get up and do shit
Mary Jane smoke is my amusement
High as fuck living in excuses, no more stressing
No movement, over dosing while I'm making music
Living in a trap was my influence, high as fuck living in excuses
It got ahold of me now
Mary Jane smoke is my amusement
High as fuck living in excuses, no more stressing
No movement, over dosing while I'm making music
Living in a trap was my influence, high as fuck living in Excuses
It got ahold of me now
Driving my Corolla down at Combes street
Clowning crack fiends on the block so disgusting
Driving and I'm smoking with the homies I get pulled over
Now they tryna lock my ass up with no SUDC (Damn)
There goes my dreams of making all of them comas
Snitched out by a homie I knew was stealing all my product
And only if I knew he had a wire on him
I woulda fired on him on the spot
His mama crying for him,
Now that I'm thinking was I tryna pull a trigger,
Be the reason for a dead, average, snake type of
I shoot for a living I'm in the Army
But if I have to kill someone who tryna kill me, I'm sorry
Young rappers shaking ass for a Cartier like Cardi B
Main reason why your music ain't doing good was prolly me
Through addiction, I know the devil is real
Prostitution self seducing might wind up dead for a pill
Let me not forget my needle stickers
Fans all around me, itching and aching cause they need a picture
Meth and coke, a cheap combination when dealers need a Mixture
Only for the profit with no legal scriptures
Thinking what I could do, so I plead inno-cence
But in a sense I did nothing bad
I was only tryna pay my rent with I Supply and Demand
I was only tryna Ball a little, keep my family fed
Never thought about no consequence and living life in regret
Knife in ya neck, or getting shot when drug deals gone wrong
I know a fiend who sold his daughter for a Fresh 8 Ball
I know a man who chasing Cash with young bitches that he slaps
Whenever cash don't come, but now his ass Locked up, damn
Fast life into a bad life
Money low for a glass pipe
Couple hoes only wanna show some love when they see cash, right
Sell drugs during class time
Fiends hooked on a bass line
Locked up, now so say goodbye to that pussy you gon see last time cause
I've been high all the time
I don't feel no love, I've been feeling numb, I'm numb
Excuses, don't even wanna get up and do shit
Mary Jane smoke is my amusement
High as fuck living in excuses, no more stressing
No movement, over dosing while I'm making music
Living in a trap was my influence, high as fuck living in excuses
It got ahold of me now
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Writer(s): Daniel Hinojosa
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