Groovy Don - Excuse My French Lyrics

Tired of the muf*ckin faking homies, tired of the muf*ckin leeches
So sick and tired of the basic homies, tired of muf*cking preaching
F*ck am I a pastor, f*ck allat preaching
F*ck is this a classroom, f*ck am I teaching
F*ck I'm off balance I might be geekin
Trippin on Tuesday, six inna evening
Blowing on Backwoods feeling retreated
Stuffin up another one boutta repeat it
Shoord inna basment boutta go beat it
F*ckin up her insides boutta mistreat it
F*ck f*ck f*ck my French do you speak it?
F*ck f*ck f*ck, excuse my French
Do you speak it?

F*ck allat we shit YBK
You ain't onnat King shit can't relate
The gas he chieifin might be laced
But it take me off defense and put me in space
But f*ck allat sweet shit cause I'm rey start blastin
Ain't no friends, aint no matching
No 2 for 15's ain't no muf*ckin passes
Stay on all ten ready for action
No leaning too heave you gotta stay balanced
Make sure you surrounded by niggas wit standards
The tougher the soldier to the tougher the challenge
Ya camp only strong as the weakest of campers
So make sure they eat off the shit that you planting
But vouchers is plotting to take the advantage
Protect all ya crops, ya greens, the family