No Excuses

Lyrics

Someone asked me how'd I feel about snitches, I said every hood got 'em But a general can tell the difference between a rat and a possum, hold up (1st Verse) Ever since my body hit the incubator, I been preyed on by congratuhaters Yeah, they want me to win now, but hoping that I fail later I know that God takes care of babies and fools But if he ever took a day off, most of y'all would be doomed Been walking around with a dark cloud over my head since the last day of June Came out the mud with rusty utensils not no silver spoon Won't let 'em mess up my mood That's why I never use turn signals, so hesitant to let these succas see my next mood And I refuse to let 'em stop me, no matter how much they're trying I keep my eye on who's plotting, so I keep my hand on my iron Momma taught me just cuz y'all common y'all ain't gotta be friends My poppa taught me reach for the stars, you can let go if you burn your hand The transition from being a boy to a man Get out and get it, you can rest when you're finished, the term that most of y'all won't understand There's only so many times you can give 'em a chance You gotta stay down and come up, that's under any circumstance [Chorus] I slept outside on the coldest nights I went to battle when outnumbered in the boldest fights I was living in the dark then I learned how to make light And if my hustle was going wrong I made it right All my life, i never made no excuses I had to keep pushing and be ruthless All my life, I never made no excuses Took it in stride now I can do this (2nd Verse) Lately, I been running with scissors cuz I been cutting everyone off Learned how to mob by my own lonely, that means my own boss I took a lot of losses, came out flawless, made some profits, gained some knowledge Stayed in poccet, went from cold to hot like I'm using a faucet Yeah, I walk the walk, people who know me would say same Got the eyes of a hawk, means I'm over your head and ahead of the game You can make the same picture, none of our paintings look the same Even if you had my brush, your sketches wouldn't fit the frame Sometimes I get tired, get exhausted and wanna quit the flare I wanna throw in the towel but I wipe my brow and say I'm almost there So many obstacles and so many hassles But life's a b-itch and a beach so get her pregnant by a sand castle And if my number change, I'm still the same, word to Kobe Been in the field when it got real, I should've been got me an heisman trophy This ain't for everyone, that's why it's holy matrimony 'Til the day I'm carried away by 6, stay tuned in to my story [Chorus]