Lyrical Breakdown of Excuse Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Excuse Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this

For my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face.

They say wealth is in the mind,

Not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man

Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems

My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem?

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments

All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale

I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh

She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh

Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch

Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to

That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused

What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news

And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves

And I, run the game even when they bend the rules

I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?

Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose

Tell me why the little niggas talking like they killas, bruh

Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh

But I stay 100 cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh

Mobbin like 2Pacalypse or bishop how I Hit 'Em Up

Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em

Dig 'em up again, to say I did it

Snitches excuse me, mind your business, bruh

Swear that you could get it, girl

She a fashion killa, huh?

Killa girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl

Flacko, where you been?

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, where you been?

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I've been thuggin' with my...

Buggin' with my niggas, go sluggin'

Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas

Who run it, my niggas

Fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'

Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public

Cup full of purple substance or something

My niggas, the only thing that move me:

'Excuse me'