No Excuses

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JIRI

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Jiri the assassin
Better yet a craftsman
Cold ass nigga better bring yourself a jacket
Progress crazy, I'm enhancing every facet
Do it all nigga, 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 shit
Come in with that rah, rah, rah, ain't with that tough shit
If they had the ball in they hands they prolly punting
See they get to hating and acting like they above shit
And they stay watching ya grind, that's when the subs hit
But I ain't gone trip off the wackness
I'm bout to catch fire just pray that you can match it
Wake up, throw the coffee on and do the damn thang, yeah
Teched out the whole crib, ain't gotta strain, yeah
Ain't no Excuses, boy going stupid
I gotta get it going for my brothas in the frame
Wake up, throw the coffee on and do the damn thang, yeah
Teched out the whole crib, ain't gotta strain, yeah
Ain't no Excuses, boy going stupid
I gotta get it going for my brothas in the frame
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 Cock back, and JJ Reddick ya whole aesthetic
I don't watch tones my Nigga I just set it
Back up in the zone these songs is me stretchin
You say you run the game, you frauds, you prosthetic
The odds is all against me
But the gods blessed me
Now broads caress me
How could y'all affect me
F*ck crossing the line I trapeze, you not me
I show up in jeans and black tees, no hype-beasts
They hype me, only supply heat
Bitch I'm making a killing off of these type beats
Bitch 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 nigga out, I just hit mock 3
Wake up, throw the coffee on and do the damn thang, yeah
Teched out the whole crib, ain't gotta strain, yeah
Ain't no Excuses, boy going stupid
I gotta get it going for my brothas in the frame
Wake up, throw the coffee on and do the damn thang, yeah
Teched out the whole crib, ain't gotta strain, yeah
Ain't no Excuses, boy going stupid
I gotta get it going for my brothas in the frame

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