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
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
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 bro 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
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, go 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´
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 bro 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