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letra de no excuses - q. allanz

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]

- q allanz

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