What's Your Excuse?

I know that these niggas never liked me Told them get it poppin' but they never wanna fight me You can get it any day, I'll tell you that politely You workin' on my schedule, so tonight well we might see I just wanna cop the new Givenchy from Saks Fifth You can't talk to my girl, she like that, she that, bitch Never go all sad, I can't feel like I'm Will Smith But he still got his get-back when he smack that nigga real shit What's your excuse? You niggas like criminal intent I'm like, SVU R.I.P. to Pac, I remember seein' him in juice I'm goin' up the war for combat, callin' up the troops I turn my back on all the fake niggas, I'm obtuse You shopping for her up at Charlotte Russe, you a lame dude I'm alluding to the fact that you niggas be so misconstrued His bars is Elementary like Abbott I met a bitch named Jackie, she had on a yellow jacket I wish I knew she wanted me, that's really my bad habit Give a f*ck about March Madness, we ain't in the same bracket It's a full house in the club, ain't talkin' bout Bob Saget How dare the Oscars go and try to hoe Angela Bassett That shit was really tragic, I ain't want that bitch passin' to my bro like magic I went out the park, but this shit can get Jurassic I remember I made all my songs in the attic But then these niggas tried to conjure me like I was Valak I open up to ig and see a post from the new classic I'm like damn If I'm talkin' bout the influence, I'm talkin' Aubrey Graham Niggas switchin' sides on a gang like a trans Niggas call me emo cause the chain was on my pants I'm tryna die lit like my nigga King Vamp I've been in the field since I played for the Rams I'm goin' home to Buffalo, I'm lookin' for the bills I feel like Jodie Foster findin' Silence of the Lambs Me and Inamorato, we Scorsese and De Niro I bring the heat to my niggas like I'm Al Pacino Soulja Soprano, the family always comin' first If you disagree, then we gon' see you in a hearse My money get longer, I ain't talkin' Uzi Vert I usually don't do this, but Wemby there, I'll watch the Spurs Drake comin' to the city, man, it's really all a blur I don't need you, I don't need you, you niggas really the worst I just drop my tape, and you know I'm comin' first If you feel some type of way, we leave you in the dirt