No Excuses

Oh yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)

I got no excuses

If I don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah)

I got no excuses

If I don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah)

Since a youngin'

Always knew that I was different

But I kept complaining

Couldn't figure out my mission, it was so depressing

Made up alter egos just so I could fit in places

Look at all the faces

Shower me with praises

Expectations I deliver, but I leave no traces

Got my head up in the clouds, I can see the spaces

That I simply need to fill into all these pages

Write in lowercases

All these people that I hold dear

Counting on me, hoping I don't lose my way

Bear with me, I'm still tryna figure out the way there

On this road, ain't nobody wanna play fair

Called my sister, she said boy you better take care

I don't want to hear you feel into your own snare

Self reflection, see I know that I was made rare

By a God who don't mess with me and that's fair

I got no excuses

If I don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah)

I got no excuses

If I don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah)

This that lyrical epiphany

Delivered with efficiency

Coupled with some proficiency

It's going, that's consistency

Everyday I'm tryna make the best it

Pressure on my head, never fold, I was made for this

I give it all I got, best believe, I will never miss

Mission critical, it's typical they'd try to mess with it

Evangelical the way I spit, my Father's loving it

Hypocritical these rappers faking with their etiquette

All these people that I hold dear

Counting on me, hoping I don't lose my way

Bear with me, I'm still tryna figure out the way there

On this road, ain't nobody wanna play fair

Called my sister, she said boy you better take care

I don't want to hear you feel into your own snare

Self reflection, see I know that I was made rare

By a God who don't mess with me and that's fair

I got no excuses

If i don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah)

I got no excuses

If i don't make it that's the end and I know this

So I gotta roll my sleeve like a novice

Never stopping, I believe in my progress (yeah yeah yeah)

Ohhh yeah yeah yeah

Hmmm I got I got I got no excuses

Yeah DESHOLAR yeah