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No Excuses (Freestyle)

Album: No Excuses (Freestyle) Durasi: 2:04

Uh-huh

Aye, aye

I'm puttin' my niggas on, it's only right

I'm puttin' my kinfolk up and outta sight, aye

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, don't you fill up my head with excuses

If we ain't gettin' to them funds

I can't have no fun, that's why these relations be useless

I got niggas investing in futures

I got paper, don't stress on the usage

Most the family ain't know what it felt like to win

I had to go and introduce it

Keep it exclusive

I be talkin' to labels and shit

But I feel like we got it, don't need distribution

No way around it, we still goin' stupid

Niggas ain't bout it, bound to be a loose end

Tell me how quick is you to be influenced

It's some pouting comin' out the loose lips

And I'm countin' it all, I'on do splits

Got me countin' the stars on a Houston flights

Can't see flaws, I'm on these heights

I'm on pause, I'm off this Sprite

I'm goin' far, that's on my life

Played my cards and paid my price

I could afford it, but fuck that ice

I'on need yours, take my own advice

I'm puttin' my niggas on, it's only right

I'm puttin' my kinfolk up and outta sight

I'm countin' my days 'cause they hate to see me eat

God tell me, how long do I have?

Still makin' plays some like CP3, watch me facilitate that

We went on a chase, they ain't wanna see me free

Watch how I'm still on the map

My life been a movie, let's put it on DVD

And see how many times these fuck niggas play it back, uh

And I'm still on the same shit, I was on just got more stacks

You don't always get what you want in life

You get what you are, watch what you attract

Cut from the cloth of the strongest type

Can't tear it apart, not even a crack

Playin' it smart, I don't gotta act

Ain't got no heart, tell me where it's at

(Ain't got no heart, tell me where it's at)

(Ain't got no heart, tell me where it's at)