EXCUSE MY FRENCH Lyrics

These times are tense

I'm at the end of my wits

But I'm forever a soldier

The world is my trench

This a all-out blitz

I love my mom

But I'm a son of Bessellieu

So excuse my French

I'm not a drama starter

I'm the karma

From the drama, you started

I don't beg for pardons

My defense Josh Norman

Your defense is James Harden

My heart has been battle hardened

Like 300 Spartans

My thoughts are M&M

But no Marshall Mathers

Just Marcus,

Malcolm, Mandela, and sometimes Martin

Cause I ain't into marching

Unless I'm at port arms

With a loaded cartridge

I'm an accountant

When acquiring my targets

Whether it's a racist member of congress

Ben Carson

Or a fake pastor like

Jesse Jackson, eric hallb***, or Al Sharpton

Wait? eric who?

I never lived God-less

In my moments of darkness

When I was feeling heartless

Cuz God bless

Jon Bess

Sometimes, I'm on my metta world peace

Sometimes, I'm on my Ron Artest

And I will run in the stands

To take a stand

Against enemies foreign and domestic

Or friends and fam

This the gift and the curse

I bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

Bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

I will not lie

These times are tense

I'm at the end of my wits

But I'm forever a soldier

The world is my trench

This is a all-out blitz

I love my mom

But I'm a son of Bessellieu

So excuse my French

Jon, you tripping

Nah, this ain't even venting

And I don't say things

Just for attention

I stay on the low

Mind my business

Don't question my Christian

But some of these churches

Got me a little distant

In a sense

A fake pastor's vision

Got me in this position

If you don't like it

Well, you ain't got to listen

I'm not asking for your forgiveness

Nor your repentance

I stand by my decisions

And my consequences

Already been judged

Living my life sentence

All alone with no witness

Just these rhymes

And my dog Prime

Still mule kicking

Still stubborn like a mule

While you still Bull

Schlitz malt liquor sipping

Right-hand flipping

Pages of the old testament

But my left hand

Springfield XD 45 gripping

Stevie Wonder vision

Sometimes, I can't tell the difference

Between Christian, hypocrite'n, and Crippin'

This the gift and the curse

I bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

I will not lie

Bomb bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

I will not lie

I'm at the end of my wits

But I'm forever a soldier

The world is my trench

This a all-out blitz

I love my mom

But im a son of Bessellieu

So excuse my French

This is not revenge

I'm not here to make friends

Or amends

If you ain't in my life now

Then you past tense

Like the word

Was

What it was then

Is what it was then

In my present

You a has been

In my future, you non-existent

For instance, for instance

I'm looking down

At these pastor clowns

Standing around humble

Sounding like mumble rap

Watching the world crumble

When death upon you

Death becomes you

What do you do

Get on your Steph Curry

And shoot from the tunnel

See I'm a funnel cloud

Bout to touch down

Antonio Brown

No fumble

Who ready to rumble now

Nowhere to run to

This the art of war

B-LIEU meets Sunzu

This the Book of Eli meets the Book of Matthew

This is Jesus meets Ice Cube

Zero plus me equals

I don't need you

I just love God

And trust guns

More than I do people

I'm just B-LIEU

This the gift and the curse

I bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

I will not lie

Bomb bomb first

With a second reply

Like right before Tupac died

I will not lie