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Excuse Me

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[Intro]
For all them hoes
that was frontin' on niggas
back in the days, man
(This for my broke jiggy niggas)
You know what I'm saying?
Excuse me, fuck out my face
They say wealth is in the mind,
not the pocket
I learned that
from a very wise man

Gotta pocket full of
stones like Pimp say

[Verse 1]
Okay excuse me,
Mr. Bill Collector,
I got problems
My check arrive mañana,
I'ma pay my debt, I promise
I spent 20 thousand dollars
with my partners in Bahamas
Another 20 thousand dollars
on Rick Owens out in Barneys
I said excuse me,
why the fuck you lookin'?
What's your problem?
I swear we gon' have drama
if you touch my tailored
garments
All you see is niggas here,
so that means it's triggers there
What you mean? We got weed,
and codeine and bricks for sale
I bet a lot of niggas plottin'
so you know
I got that heater, bruh
Drive my side of Harlem,
catch me ridin'
with my nina, bruh
She got an apple bottom
that remind
you of Bonita, bruh
Oh you mean like Q-Tip?
Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse me, no, I believe the
proper term's excuse you
I could switch up on you niggas
and start shittin' if I choose to
That's when the new you
becomin' different
since they knew you
I guess the new me is
just gon' take some
gettin' used to

[Hook]
Excuse me,
I tell them they're excused
What's the word around town,
tell me what's the latest news
And uh, who them niggas,
I tell 'em we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses
bruh we steady making moves
And I, run the game even
when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention
after that I pay my dues
And uh, excuse me,
may I be excused?
Cause I gave this shit my all,
ain't got nothing left to lose

[Verse 2]
Tell me why these little niggas
talking like they killas, bruh
Nowadays these
niggas always caught up
in they feelings, bruh
But I stay 100 cause you know
I keep it trilla, bruh
Mobbin like 2Pacalypse
or Bishop
how I Hit 'Em Up
Fill 'em up with lyrics,
bury all my victims,
kill 'em
Dig 'em up again,
to say I did it
Snitch, excuse me,
mind your business, bruh
Swear that you could get it, girl
She a fashion killa, huh?
Killa girl, I'm a go-getter,
she get it, girl
Flacko, where you been?
I've been thuggin' with
my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been?
I'm still thuggin' with
my niggas, bruh
Flacko, where you been?
I've been thuggin' with
my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been?
I've been thuggin' with my...
Buggin' with my niggas,
gold sluggin'
Tell me who fuckin'
with my niggas
Who run it, my niggas,
fuck the fussin',
they buckin' and bussin'
Now niggas slump over
Robitussin in public
Cup full of purple
substance or something
My niggas, the only
thing that move me:
'Excuse me'

[Hook]
Excuse me,
I tell them they're excused
What's the word around town,
tell me what's the latest news
And uh, who them niggas,
I tell 'em we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses
bruh we steady making moves
And I, run the game even
when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention
after that I pay my dues
And uh, excuse me,
may I be excused?
Cause I gave this shit my all,
ain't got nothing left to lose

[Outro]
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