Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Excel, artist - AZ. Album song Legacy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money
Song language: English
I Excel |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| Word up, word up |
| It’s that murder, that melodic motivational music |
| Huh, huh… |
| Made for them different niggas that do the impossible |
| Get your weight up |
| I don’t even know how to start this |
| Criminology, rap pornography |
| Black mahogany, literally’ll knock back your lobotomy |
| The wack acknowledge me, knowledge seed, no minor league |
| Medina repper, street assessor I’m signing to me |
| Mackadocious, morning time mimosas |
| Porcupine on the loafers, I spit the rhyme for the culture |
| No consultor, clever, never a poster |
| Toast to whatever, the wetter the better the chocha |
| Sosa, senior, dictator demeanor |
| A scorer in the player arena, got my lawyer to wave a subpoena |
| Let the Mahalia linger |
| I prevail, rock a nigga jail bail on my finger |
| From Argentina to the Heights in Brooklyn, my life’s cushion |
| So nice without the ice could bag your wife woofing |
| Why wouldn’t? |
| Its bigger than the money and stunting |
| See a lot of y’all ain’t learn nothing |
| Where the real at? |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| I, I excel. |
| I, I excel, then prevail |
| Perignon pourer |
| Very calm aura |
| Rollie arm looks so phenom under water |
| So I’m far from the floorver, spawn with a quarter |
| Spanish blonde, at the River Palm 'bout to order |
| Maturer, came from the kid off the corner |
| How I lived ain’t no telling what I did in my former |
| I warn ya, impeach though ready for war |
| The most adored with a deadly rapport from the core |
| Dutch blower, no (?) linen shit |
| You could look but won’t find a limbo on my sentiments |
| To y’all trash, lost tribe of Shabazz |
| Half ass spitting gram rap niggas is sad, could have spazzed |
| On so many different occasions |
| No relation with car thefts or home invasions |
| My occupation is get low, money and hoes, switch clothes |
| Mind mines and stick to the code… |