Except For a Few ft. Brizzy Wes Lyrics

Aye

Shi

JD bitch

The sun

Brizzy Wes

Aye

Look

I done seen a lotta things change

No stains, but the pain still take a little toll

I been tryna light up my ways

Big brain, let a dame get a taste of this dome

Shit and its the same ol' thang

All good, big wood burning real romain

Should I ever pick up that phone

I don't know

Staying home sounds lame I'm trying to get up on the road

Everyday

I don't fuck with bitches who be posing, posting pictures scriptures scopes and reminiscing

I don't fuck with no fake hittas, my agenda's getting rid of all you critters

If you ain't the master you gon' get a splinter

Cuz' I'm coming at ya neck

What you said?

Sounded like this man a threat

Watch me test it bet you'll say that shit again

Represent it reprehend it like yo bitch I took to bed and reprimanded

I wont feel replenished till my people fed

Need my demons put to rest

And lately they been all up in my mind, takin time tryna rhyme em all away

Except for a few

But imma keep it real I couldn't lie, I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

Except for a few

Now the mirror lookin back into my eyes, but who am I, if I'm afraid of being you

Except for a few

Everybody play a part in your demise, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't true

Except for a few

Like what's the issue

Speak like it ain't your problem

Till that talking startin drama

Saying hope your people miss you

Fuck a tissue

Ain't no missle toe this blower still gon' kiss you

Someone's agony meant someone else is bliss-full

How the fuck you let them get you

You dubbed the first rule

No exit just these hundred rounds to turn to

And they worse than what you nightmare

Pull up where I'm at I leave you right there

Man these busters mind my business for me

They trying to control me, get to know me they gon' reconsider who they thought I was

Give no fuck about your bitches homies

I got forty on me, and they solely meant for re-arranging motherfuckers lungs

Re-arrange lil shorties guts, bend her backwards after lunch, write a poem with my tongue and now she calling me the one

Fill my paper with some 'runtz, burning slow no need to rush it shut up bitch you ain't gon touch it get your own and lemme puff it shit for real

I been really really off the drugs, every night

I been smoking smoking yeah, smoking till I'm high

(Yeah, smokin till I'm high)

Spin spin, baby you can step let me know

Balenciaga walking I be walking in the mall

They cant fuck with me at all

I done seen a lotta things change

No stains, but the pain still take a little toll

I been trying to light up my ways

Big brain, let a dame get a taste of this dome

Shit and its the same ol' thang

All good, big wood burning real romain

Should I ever pick up that phone

I don't know

Getting tired of these hoes, man

Except for a few

And lately they been all up in my mind, takin time tryna rhyme em all away

Except for a few

But imma keep it real I couldn't lie, I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

Except for a few

Now the mirror lookin back into my eyes, but who am I, if I'm afraid of being you

Except for a few

Everybody play a part in your demise, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't true

Except for a few

Yeah

Big ride

Lambo' doors up, like a street sign

Read between the lines, I got three eyes

Pour me up a cup I wanna sip before I die

They would rather lie before they look me in the eyes,

I been staying up, I been smoking till I'm high

Uh

Oh

I been staying up, I been smoking till I'm high