PARDON ME

When it got bad, some feelings evacuated My pardon on that I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated Trying to get out the trap For some of these things that I been contemplatin' My pardon on that My pardon on that No more in the bag, yeah The cat, I'm sayin' it's out Hold up, I need to relax, uh Give me the strongest pack (Huh) Trying to hit up LAX I'll go out west and ship the Lex' to dump this song straight out the back My pardon on that Ain't got to my racks yet, still hidden on maps I guess I ain't make enough racket Could've sworn I was on that Sort through the old and new Nite, no one as cold as you (Right) Do what you 'posed to do (Fight) Yeah, right So, when you add it up, you see it's certain, not a toss, yeah Ride 'round in that JZ, style cold, you see the frost Don't mind my pipes, yes, they blasted and they clap when I pull off I know you might guess what time we on, but you gon' take a loss Beatin' on my chest while I scale up this empire, King Kong NF ain't flightless, since 2016, knew this lasting long I can't digress, so when shit make me mad, I go off (Mm) When it got bad, some feelings evacuated My pardon on that I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated Trying to get out the trap For some of these things that I been contemplatin' My pardon on that My pardon on that My pardon on that My pardon on that (Pardon me sir, would you like to smoke?) (Yeah) Trying to get this bag, yeah Like free sticks and tags, yeah She mix the drank, yeah (Drank) Oh she, bad, yeah We in the J, whippin' (Whip) Not a Jag– (Nah, fuck it) You see the paint drippin' (Drip) Grape splash, yeah Out by the lake, chillin' Smokin' gas, yeah, flicks and kickin' Day trippin', mm, run the dash, yeah Hill run and cloud chasin' Tires stank, yeah Fill up the tank, yeah Can't kill a saint, yeah On big dank, yeah Sticks and dippin' Way she movin', tell you I ain't even choosin' (Got me? Got me?) Know I'm young and wily, what you really doin'? A– All the dawgs is on a key, they keep thee influence 'Cause I got this tendency to flip, turnin' bottles inside out Watchin' bitches burn rommy swishers all up in my house I'm the kid, I'm the evidence, styled by the south Gotta live and learn, keep it quiet Never run your, never run your mouth, mm Reap the streets, this what we about Uh, gassin' on the green just to weed 'em out (Gas, yeah) Yeah, blasted to the beat, feet on her seats and couch Shit, yeah, in the Hennesey O- O- Okay, let's eat NF infiltrate, blessings for your seed Been a seal of fate, steppin' over fear while you imitate I can't even see her, in a Blizzard state Ask my wrist, icy, icy tears When it got bad, some feelings evacuated My pardon on that I be too mad, I be too agitated, and I been sick of that Yeah, I do the math, all my shit calculated Trying to get out the trap For some of these things that I been contemplatin' My pardon on that, that, that My pardon on that My pardon on that My pardon on that