No Excuses

All deze clowns in this town man dis shit a Circus

All deze lames screaming gang mane deze **** Perping

Ion like em nothing like em cuz purpose

Spitting pain ain’t thinking bout u bitches twerking

Lonely nights up in Chicago I was really

Working

They was 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 birkin

God blessed me wit a gift but dat shit really cursed me

I thought dat **** 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 that I got used to dat shit

But Im not one to really come up wit excuses for shit

You Know

From Capitol but I got killers off of Terry Rd

From Jackson **** 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 **** hell tho

Ain’t got not friends I got 7 different scales tho

Trap **** still might sell yo ass a elbow

Gas **** u can meet me at da da shell store

Gutta **** 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 **** 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 the 12 tho

Promoters tryna book me for a show I’d rather sell dope

Yea I lost focus for a minute but u lost hope

And yea dats when u lost me fuck u thought hoe

Keep it G but I be trying to keep it playa tho

Deze **** ain’t cut how we was cut and I can tell tho

Dey say they shooters dat shit funny as Chappelle Show

**** selling dope but under pressure they’ll tell tho

I ain’t no pimp but aye my **** I’ll sell hoes

B4 I sell my soul n wear dat jacket n dat red nose

All deze clowns in this town man dis shit a Circus

All deze lames screaming gang mane deze **** Perping

Ion like em nothing like em cuz Purpose

Spitting pain ain’t thinking bout u bitches twerking

Lonely nights up in Chicago I was really

Working

They was 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 birkin

God blessed me wit a gift but dat shit really cursed me

I thought dat **** 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 Im not one to really come up wit excuses for shit

You Know

(Yea)

(D.O.N.O)

(Steady Mobbing ****)