No More Excuses (feat. Sdot Go & Kyle Richh) - DMP

Glah Glah Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit? Like bend through with my gun and my clip Like, and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit Like she a thot give' it up for a Lyft What? She like to vibe with the members Tryna line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang like, glah, glah, glah Dri-drive-by Ootin' from deep Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed And we not gon' slide til' he sleep Hang out the V like "It's KR Da G" He tried to creep, but he thought I ain't peep (like what?) Quick draw, oot 'em like Thompson (damn) B-Beam on his face, I'ma drop 'em Spin through his strip before I spot 'em, pop 'em He-he feelin' tough, I'ma flock 'em Gun jam up, he get beat with the rocket Spin through, hole in his noggin Like damn, glah, glah She a thot, she think she grown You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get right Jenn-Jenn got the Wock, mix it with Sprite Like, on your block and I don't wanna fight I'm too-I'm too hot, I be smokin' on dead opps (Lotti) Like what? Don't run, got a red dot Headshot gang, what the fuck is a leg shot We got ooters, so don't get your head popped (damn) Lil' thotty, she wanna be next to me (like damn) She want the 'migos and Hennessy (huh?) It's a function, let's get jiggy Like-like what? Don't pass me the Whitney Like damn, pray it don't stop He tried to run, he got put in a box, what Everything dead when I step in the room, moonwalk Get sent to the top Like, and I don't gotta diss to be hot Gun jam up, he gettin' beat with the Glock Li-like what? Don't get a bro popped I'm too tac', can't set no drop Damn, and I mean all the shit that I did (like damn) Won't forget all the shots that I threw (like what?) Twin Glocks, Oot at his crew My bitch a baddie, the gun in her shoe (glah, glah, glah) Like throw three, you throw two (throw what?) Dissin' the gang, get slimed like goo (like what?) Li-Like what? Get high like Buu She like, "I get fly like you" Niggas see me, heart start pumpin' I told bro, "Don't stop, keep dumpin"' Like damn, up that Gumbo Two, two fast like damn, don't run bro Killler-killer, I bet he won't kill again Bitch if I miss, I'ma spin again Spin through your strip, swear the G gonna finish them Run down, but the beam-on is what Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit (like damn) Bend through with my gun and my clip Like and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit Like she a thot give it up for a Lyft What? She like to vibe with the members Tryna line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang like, glah, glah Drive-by Ootin' from deep Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed And we not gon' stop til he sleep Hang out the V like it's KR Da G He tried to creep, but he throw that AP (like what?) Quick draw, oot 'em like Thompson (damn) Beam on his face, I'ma drop 'em Spin through his strip before I spot 'em, pop 'em Glah Like what? Like damn KR

(Jondior) Shorty got wap like Fetty Breadwinner, I love to get bready They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady And shots to the eye, now he lookin' like Fetty, bitch I be geekin', I tote on a what? Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run He dumb, he a bot Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun You run, don't stop You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun Grah, is you dumb? I'm with the fours, and they ready to dump (straight away) He can't run, it's a switch on my gun (they did) PTSD from the shit that I done (grah, grah, grah) Told-told Dre put the beam on a drum Like if he slippin', we fill him with shots (damn, damn, damn) He got flocked now he poppin' his bottle (bottle) Big 41 got the city on hots Like one-on-one, lil' bitch I'm on hots And on bro, if I spot a opp, bet he get shot W-We in the party, we 41 boppin', nigga (boom, boom, boom) See a opp, he get parked, no lot (boom) Like shoot a nigga, do it with precision I got like four bitches, I'm feeling imprisoned (imprisoned) Cartier glasses, 2020 vision (yes, yes) Like, I don't politic with politicians I'm in the club, do not pass me a shot, I already been sippin' Pay the price or you gettin' evicted Chops in the spot, so we gotta dismiss 'em Grah, grah, grah-grah 40 gon' pop too loud, like fuck, I cannot listen Like Casa hittin', might fuck up my vision I don't give a fuck, I might it up and click it (damn) Shorty got wap like Fetty Breadwinner, I love to get bready They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady And shots to the eye, now he lookin' like Fetty, bitch I be geekin', I tote on a what? Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run He dumb, he a bot Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun You run, don't stop You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun Like, I can't fall, I'm not used to the love (my love) Sippin' wocky, this shit got me weak (weak) I'm-I'm feelin' faint, and my body is leanin' (leanin') Seein' demons, I thought I was dreamin', grah Like-like how you love me? You don't know the meanin' (bitch) She don't love me, she wanna be rich, like I cannot stress on a bitch (bitch like, what?) Too-too deep, me and Sheik in they projects (projects) I'm a rapper, but still in the field (I did) I-I gotta stand on the shit that I started (started) If you with me, you better be real (like what?) Smoke-smoke za, I can't feel (like what?) Like 30 on me, I can't get killed (grah, grah, grah) I'm off a 30 clutching on my 30 (30) Too many thooties, don't know who to pick Like yeah, I'm sippin' on Sprite, but it's dirty (dirty) Youngest stepper, they don't want me to win (don't want me to win) Shorty playin', I'm texting her friend She can tell I'm the shit, and she see that I'm lit Like, everywhere I'ma go with a grip Damn, I don't know when this shit gonna end

Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes Gang, yes Totin' on sally and better Totin' on sally and better No sweat, gun in the sweater Don't give a fuck, told 'em setup, face up, face up, we some steppers like, yes Gun in the, VC Bang bang Hold on Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together I'm on hots nigga what's the vibe, every nigga that say my name gon' die Nigga Rocky send 'em to the sky Bitch, like how, like what, like why Off the dotty, face the shit Opp bitch, milk that bitch If I want it, I'll take that shit Gotta value your life fore' I take that shit, bitch Free Loco you know that's the whip Throwin' up 4s don't drop my shit In the heat, I'm throwin' like 6 If I'm runnin' 'em, watch 'em run and they trip All niggas wanna be 41K, I'm throwin' 41 shots with the stick And I don't care if I don't got my knocker on me, Handy Manny that boy gettin' fixed Ballin' like Allen when I got the knocker I ain't playin' I'll oot at your rim And these opp niggas really be internet demons, attached to the net like a rim I'm with some ooters, they throwin' up Brim Fuck your dead, yeah, they restin' in piss Spin through the opps, and all I see is red And this 40 gon' hit him and make that boy trip Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together Grrah, they like Jenn why you movin' like that 'Cause I steady be ootin' the strap Feel like I'm DOLO all over the map Like she a baddie, she touch on my tats Like a baker, I'm stacking the cake He movin' smelly you know I'ma spray He geekin' I oot it like Klay Tryna get rich, and there's 41 ways Like I'm Melo, I play for the Knicks He move Wok, up it and blitz, like I won't stop 'til I'm rich TaTa gon' flock, he might bend through the strip Like I'm bussin' the 9 on my hip He runnin' Ricky got turned to a glip Said I stay on they mind like a brim If he talk on the net then he losin' a limb On the block and I'm chillin' with rowers How you say you throw shots but you don't though? Off the Henny, I beat it in slo-mo Like, said that nigga got jumped, no pogo And I said I'm up now, fuck next Labels is callin', I send out the debts Like I been told you niggas, I'm best of the best No Lil Uzi I keep a Patek Red beam, put the dot on his chest And we gonna click 'til he drop Feel like Drummond when I'm on the block I got the drum, you get shot out your socks And I won every battle I lost He tryna diss, he gon' see what it cost I'm tryna geek, put off the detty he throwin' like Moss Ayo Sheik, we missed the V Take down gang, put the beam on his tee He a fraud, not with the team Like she a thot, she be moppin' the team Let me see what that back do Aim at him put the beam on his satchel Make a movie, this gun is my actor I know the role, bitch, you don't gotta act tough Where he at? He got packed up Knock on my body, bitch, you better back up It's a party, don't ask me to dance I can not geek with the - in my pants And brodie might blitz out the van Glock got a dot, like it can't miss a man Last opp got popped like a Xan Last opp got popped like a Xan Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together Totin' on sally and better I'm movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga Hold on, yes I'm throwin' shots better go pick your head up Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together

When you live in this ghetto life This ghetto life You haffi hustle everyday You haffi hustle every night It's a ghetto life, ghetto ghetto life Yagga yagga yagga yo Yagga yagga yagga yo Some wannabe wanna act like spider man Black panther, super man Kiki, patiliki wanna act like aqua man Aqua, aqua man So who's gonna be me Am just your brother man (Am just a ganja man) Well nobody's wanna be me 'cause I'm just a aedo man Straight out from the ghetto Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and me brothers We haffi fight and work harder Thanks be to the father Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and the sisters We have to fight to work harder To get out from the gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Man a hustler, yeah man a hustler We don't push drugs we no smuggler Everyday we work hard to get the paper From Solomon Islands to Jamaica Man a hustler, yeah man a hustler We don't push drugs we no smuggler DMP taking over With Anthony B from Jamaica Remember the ghettos not an easy place Nuff youth fight and lose the race So when you make it through the gate You haffi give thanks and celebrate So we can't fall down man stand 'pon feet Or dem we send you fi' go nam concrete Nothin bout ghetto life just not sweet A just so thing set up in these streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and me brothers We haffi fight and work harder To get out from the gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Yagga, yagga yagga yo Yagga, yagga yagga yo Haffi touch the road, Haffi touch the road Haffi touch the road, haffi move abroad Oh yeah we struggling all the way Man haffi touch the road, great sacrifices are Made we haffi reach the goal Man'a hatim work till day time me nah man Nothing yeah me still play on Hustling 9 to 5 say we ago stay strong Hustling the block till hem to talk (We no fear no) Evil minded people like attack (Tear down) Bad man dema informers wan manipulate We hustlers Dem can't get we down, can't get we Down no Oh yeah we hustle harder God bless me and di sisters We haffi fight and work harder To get out from di gutter Struggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day Smuggling is what some say Hustling is what I say We hustling we struggling We hustle every night and day I never let my guard down I never let my guard down Never let my guard down, no