For all the hoes I was frontin' on niggas back in the day Still my bro was sayin', excuse me, fuck out my face They say wrongfuls in the mind, never block it But I still had that, and I definitely was a very wise man Fuckin' for themselves like pimps, yeah Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems My check arrived manana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise I spent $20,000 with my partners in Bahamas Another $20,000 on Rick Owens out in Barney I said, excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem? I swear we gon' have drama If you touch my telegarments, all you see is niggas here So that mean this trick is 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 Slide my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my Nina, bruh She got a apple bottom that remind you of Anita, bruh You mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch Excuse me, no, I believe that proper terms excuse you I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to That's when the new you become a different since they knew you I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to Excuse me, I tell them excuse What's the word around town? Tell me what's the latest news? And, uh, who them niggas? I tell them we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses, bro, we steady makin' moves And, uh, 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 nothin' left to lose Tell me why these little niggas talkin' like they killers, bruh Now and days these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh But I stay 100 cause you know I keep it trillin', bruh Mobbin' like Tupac, Ellipse, or Bishop, how I hit em up Fill em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill em, dig em up Again and say I did it, snitch, excuse me, mind yo' business, bruh Swear that you could get it, girl, she a fashion killer, huh Killer girl, I'ma go get her, she a giddy girl Blocko, where you been? I been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh Blocko, how you been? I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh Blocko, where you been? I been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh Blocko, how you been? I been thuggin' with my buggin' with my niggas Go sluggin', tell me who fuckin' with my niggas, who runnin' my niggas Fuck the boss and they walkin' in Boston at niggas A couple of rubber tongues hittin' in public, couple of purple substance or something My niggas the only thing that move me, excuse me Excuse me, I tell them they excuse What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news Who them niggas, I tell them we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses, bro, we steady makin' moves Run the game, even when they bend the rules Attention after that, I pay my dues, and now, excuse me May I be excused, cause I gave this shit my all Ain't got nothin' left to lose Thanks for watching!