Excuse Me ft. J. Cue Capone Lyrics

I'm just a young man out here

Trying to get it

Every young man needs a mentor

But every young man can be a mentor

Did you just compliment on how I speak

Excuse Me

How you surprised that these kids ain't sleep

Excuse Me

What time we arrive ain't on spectrum

Excuse Me

When we get there we gon' you show the problem

Excuse Me

There's a target on my back

And I can't have that

There's a target on my black

And its a habit

The kids protesting my black

That's what the numbers get

The kids got my back

That's what the change is

Every day we hear the same damn song

Looking for the moment that the wave reform

This revolution won't televise today

They want me to believe that all news fake

I've been feeling out of place

At the office

I've been feeling like today

Could bring a coffin

Put some respect on my space

Bro you coughing

Put some respect on my grace

Bro I'm launching

I'm a father of two kids

Getting that college

I'm that father of two kids

That lead with knowledge

There's a target on my back

And I can't have that

There's a target on my black

And its a habit

There's a target on my back

And I can't have that

There's a target on my black

And its a habit

The kids protesting my black

That's what numbers get

The kids got my back

That's what this change is

Ya need to get outta the way

Oh, yea sit relax

There some things that I gotta say

Oh, yea sit relax

How ya gone diss me in front my face

Oh, take that back

He don’t rock designer clothes

Cuz well he broke

Look at his shoes they got some holes

Buying some sneaks he can afford, like Filas or some Reeboks

He get no girls cuz well he fat

Black fender on the Cadillac

Oh did he crash?

Nah it ain’t that

Well he broke, only got that

Bouta tell ya something

Don’t like designers, cuz I don’t like em things

Holes up in my feet cuz I was working mane

Bagged a couple shawtys, cuz they said my weight ain’t nothing mane

April 2019 the year I crashed, almost grew some wangs

All I'm hearing is haters talking, they all the same

They keep on saying, boy you came a long way

Excuse me

They keep on saying, boy you came the wrong way

Excuse me

They keep on saying, go back to your place

Excuse me

Ya terminated, now get the hell up outta my face

Excuse me

There's a target on my back

And I can't have that

There's a target on my black

And its a habit

The kids protesting my black

That's what numbers get

The kids got my back

That's what the change is