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jiri - no excuses lyrics

no excuses lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse1]
i said jiri the assassin, better yet a craftsman
cold ass n+gga better bring yourself a jacket
progress crazy, i’m enhancing every facet
do it all n+gga i’m the, rap bo jackson
ready for that action, fred astaire tapped in
riley reid in the stu the way that i’m, blacking
but y’all lacking, ain’t no reason to be braggin
michael bay must be directin with the, way that y’all been actin
i’m disgusted, y’all like gumption
y’all dudes talk too much, ain’t with that f+ck sh+t
comin with that rah, rah, rah, ain’t with that tough sh+t
if they had the ball in they hands they prolly punting
see they get to hating and acting like they above sh+t
and thеy stay watching ya grind, that’s when the subs hit (subs hit)
but i ain’t gone trip off thе wackness, i’m bout to catch fire just pray that you can match it

[chorus]
wake up, throw the coffee on and do the d+mn thang, yeah
teched out the whole crib, ain’t gotta strain yeah
ain’t no excuses, boy going stupid
gotta get it poppin’ for my brothas in the frame
wake up, throw the coffee on and do the d+mn thang, yeah
teched out the whole crib, ain’t gotta strain yeah
ain’t no excuses, boy going stupid
gotta get it poppin’ for my brothas in the frame
[verse 2]
if it’s real then i said it, we got a problem i’ll dead it
i ain’t got time to be stressing, them petty hits is pathetic
i c+ck back, and jj redd+ck ya whole aesthetic
i don’t watch tones my n+gga i just set it
back up in the zone these songs is me stretchin
you say you run the game, you frauds, you prosthetics
the odds is all against me, but, the god blessed me
now broads caress me, how could you affect me
f+ck crossing the line i trapeze, you not me
i show up in jeans and black tees
no hypebeasts l, they hype me, only supply heat
b+tch i’m making a k!lling off of these type beats
b+tch i’m making ya feel it off of these white sheets
a week of divine speech, it’s sorta like five priests
this really my nine weeks, how you gon stop me?
flyest n+gga out, i just got mock 3

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