Yakobie Slade - Excess lyrics

[Intro] Don't talk to me just listen Jump up, get pumped like a piston Y'all ain't f**ing with the man on a misison Shots fired, better keep your distance You drinking out the cup that I pissed in We ain't done yet, switch your position Cowboy, to missionary That's a good Christian, ahh [Verse 1] Little bit of cold spit, little bit of fire Rap like this, I ain't need to get hired by no corporation s** my dick, no hesitation k** this beat, premeditation Y'all just tuned into the station, I'm erasing Bars ain't got no innovation High Conscience, no more patience Done with a dumba** rapper, got no love for bum a** rappers, yo f** you and your sons, and your mans and your bands ‘Cause you b**h just like an actor, oh Y'all don't quite know who you're f**ing with, do ya? Slade from the borough, we f** with the shooters Oh ya, baby we bruiser on me What the f** is it to ya, homie? Y'all be f**ing with HC only City girls and bags of money Take it out my weed so loud Some kid get high in Dallas County [Bridge] Man I push that heavy music Million grams, I over do's it sh** is blasting, rowdy, stupid Room be spinning, Lazy Susan [Verse 2] I be cruising, winning Abusing women and children, I'm kidding I'm f**ing twisted, I'm chilling Listen No plans on going to prison I'm staying free, independent No record label this minute Said f** it, I'm independent b**h got me up in her pendent She pray to me every night Want Slade up inside her p**y Until the day that she die, ai! I will never die-die-die Hands up in the air like a goddamn heist Have these f**ers screaming and whining And b**hing and crying To god like why why why? b**h, I be the Muay Thai fighter Blow up a Bic lighter Hold up, I'm on fire Straight up I'm gonna violate Your personal space, I ain't merciful Yes it is personal, f** out my face It's a race you will never win Stop trying to place in first place ‘Cause I'm already there I'll be up in mid air Watching from a distance Count on my rap money This sh**'s a business Come to the back buddy We got stacks of green sh** and crack buddy We got cash, from all around the map, dunny Write a new rap, and two times my stack, buddy Ain't that funny? Ain't that funny? All that money? Spark this weed Make that honey sh**s so loud that you can't hear Make that Durban disappear [Outro] Ohhhhhh sh**! God, f**! Jesus! F-f**! You hear that sh**? Did you, say woah, yo you hear that sh**? Say woah! Say woah!