No Excuses: The Mixtape

by Fink

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This is dedicated to my friends and family who continuously encourage my passion for music. I love you all. Peace!

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released April 20, 2010

Executive Producer: Andrew “Fink” Finkelstein
Recorded At: The Beat Shack, Fl. and Fink’s Spot, Fl.
Mixed and Mastered At: The Beat Shack, Fl. and Circle House, Fl.
Engineered By: Derek Garcia
Mixed and Mastered By: Derek Garcia and Lu Diaz
Photography and Album Layout Design By: Michael Nyman
Additional Graphic Design: Casey Goldman and Nikki Finkelstein

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Track Name: Intro – D.O.A (Death of Auto-Tune)
Only rapper to take 10 years to make a disk/
Age 12 when I start, 22 I begin/

Music, that's what you call it now?/
If raps dead, I'm digging the coffin now/
Pop the lock on the top, lift the carcass out/
Do a séance, so we can restart it now/
Jay made D.O.A, he a target now/
Cuz he devised the demise of what's garbage now/
But the man in the machine so watered down/
Jay ain't have to do shit, Tony Stark just drowned/
Listen, auto-tuning artists now/
Is simply over saturating the whole market now/
Do you remember, rappers used to carve a sound?/
Now nobody even think, they just talk aloud/
Its a fucked up game, we're apart of now/
The retarded garner the largest crowds/
With this hip-hop shit, yo, I'm far from proud/
Used to have to smarten up, now you smarten down/
Why the fuck would I read what they bloggin now?/
If I don't like what their songs about/
Half of em don't even read, so they speak with a jargon found/
In a red neck low class part of town/
Man, we all had public school/
So why you sound like a public fool/
Probably because you cut from school, thought it wasn't cool/
To be the sharpest in the shed, you're the dumbest tool/
Fuck you, I'm bringing the music back/
To when the dudes really used to rap/
We ain't used to that, bullshit when the music wack/
Cuz in my eyes, really no excusing that/
The truth is back, I'm bringing the music back/
To when the dudes really used to rap/
Jay said it with Drake that i can't bring the future back/
So instead I'm bringing no excuses back/

Only rapper to take 10 years to make a disk/
Age 12 when I start, 22 I begin/
Track Name: Come On Baby
My capacity for rapping rapidly has to be/
From the acid of batteries I extract and then add to me/
So when I spit my electric, rhetoric/
Exits and then connects with attendants senses/
So they can dissect it, uh - piece by piece/
Or reject ‘cuz the message is too intensive/
The second, I resent it/
But to each his...no, fuck that, I'm the best preference/
Lyrically the best tested, yes/
I'm at least a beast, at most the goat, my flow is pro/
Y’all can't really try to put me next to so and so/
Poser hoe, gimmick, whose persona's cloned/
Every other line wrote hold gold or clothes/
Fucking women, or killing, or all the coke he sold/
I just wonder if he knows that he sold his sole/
To a business slowly going broke/
‘Cuz it keep trying to clone who sold the most/
But look at Mims, no one gave a fuck bout him/
He was hot then his flame went out/
People knew his song didn't know his name, so he faded out/
In the game if you aim to remain around/
They need to know how to differentiate you now/
Nowadays in the digital age/
It isn't just about the music, its the videos and visual aids/
So even if you twittering and getting hits on your page/
Your just another fucking face at the end of the day/
So I say that to say this (pause)/
My brain power demolish you lame cowards, I "reign" like spring showers/
I ain’t nothing to play with/
I'm devising a plan, so when this drop, no denying I am/
Everything that I stated/
No Excuses the Mixtape, listen to everything I've created/
Track Name: Verbal Invasion
Verbally my words encourage me no insecurities/
I blurt until it's perfectly worded deserting certainty/
And then I rise like/
Mercury in burning heat/
When I third degree burn a beat to emergency/
Something like a word disease/
But no infirmary heard of a cure for me or would work on me surgically/ Because I could react allergically/
So they're observing me and learning me, determining, why I'm, externally/
Spitting into to eternity with no hyperboles/
When I twist the words that I serve like cursive z's/
However it just occurred to me/
Love is blind, word to eve/
Which can explain why with rap I can “NAZI” like Germany (pause)/
But still can feel it in the air, word to Beans/
Still can spit with perfect ease, even though I don't prefer to free/
I’d only lose a battle, (only way) if my verse was verses me, and even that'd be a courtesy/
Rap is filled with perjury, but no one steal my spit till your saliva reimburses me/
That shit isn't concerning me/
I think collegiate like fraternities, whenever I rhyme like nurseries, although you probably haven’t heard of me/
Which is undeservingly/
Because I deserve to hit commercially/
But sometimes it burdens me (pause)/
Cuz my work is worthy of worship or getting undetermined currency/
But preferably I just want my words and beats to serve the streets/
And the suburbs merging these/
Into a converging piece asserting peace/
From the upper echelons to the work released/
Track Name: Feelin' It
Frequently developing/
Showing the skills, flowing for real, givin ‘em hell again/
Periodically I stay within my element/
At the table, seeing it through like some gelatin/
No skeletons are in my closet, can't expose me/
And hopefully you feeling me if you know me/
I proceed like the whole world
Watching my life/
Track 1 reasonable doubt, can't knock what I write/
I love my hustle, but its a struggle just to re-late/
‘Cuz all these rappers up on the charts simply seem fake/
Which creates a climate that I'm not accustomed to/
A fucked up view, from every consumer ‘cuz it wasn't true/
They skeptical/
Actually I feel the same way/
So I keep playing 90’s shit to give me the same space/
But feel as though its losing its mystique, the shits weak/
So instead I write some shit and try to dig deep/
You feeling it?
Track Name: Run This Town
They say you get back what you give, I put in my soul/
So, guess I'm Shang Tsung with the flow/
Yo, running the town, gunning for gold/
But I know I need to pace it so I’m running controlled/
So, tell me why were talking the town/
When it’s clear I'm the talk of the town/
I was walking as they crawled on the ground, jogging as they started walking around/
As I’m evolving they all followed my style//
Now, running it, I’m loving the speed/
See my, bed is a treadmill, I run in my sleep/
And I, keep running so I'm up in the lead/
I'm Forest Gump, who’s fucking with me, you ain’t fucking with me/
Really I could throw my luck to the breeze/
And even if you caught it, still you aren’t gonna compete/
Face it, I run shit, y’all pedestrians/
Really thinking y’all can test me then? Guess again/
Track Name: Forever
1, 2, 1, 2, Yo Mic check/
How many times. I gotta remind that I write sick/
Might guess, thousand or more, ‘cuz you all ain’t listening to my shit/
Quite yet- but I'm winding the vice to right till its tight with a nice clench/
‘Til yall motherfuckers like this, or until yall motherfuckers lifeless/
(Pause) No joking, no throwing anybody any kinda life vest/
(Pause) All you get when I flow: soul, nobody listen to Rhymefest/
My mind is, the kind you would find in(side) a nobel prize scientist/
Kinda like optimus primes is, transform Megan Fox to be my bitch/
Uh, no Shia Lebuff now/
I'm enough, plus I tied him up now/
Smoking weed for relief roll it up now/
I'm so high in the sky I wont come down/
Na, I'm on another planet/
Re-tard-ed, I am Sam shit/
But still'll give damage/
Advantage when I slam it, Sampras/
Track Name: Unbelievable
Live from wherever I'm at/
C-4 bmore Wreck czech yes the veterans back/
Bullshit never mettled in that/
Stay ahead of the pack, with inteligent, relevant raps/
I'm ready to poach, where the elephants at, I'm a predator that/
Is set to attack, and hang your head on my rack/
got the taxidermist Number on the speed dial/
Leave it to me now to beat you in a freestyle: michael phelps/
on the mike i'm felt, when i write to tell what my life entail/
Even tell about my worst night when I went right to jail/
the cop aint like I knew the rights I held/
Because i wouldn't say shit so the pig turned my night to hell/
Real corrupt, fucked up, he kept insistin/
The weed was mine, but he was lyin so I resisted/
The deposition showed my innocent position/
He no showed so it was closed and they dismissed it/
Unbelievable/
Track Name: Straight Outta Baltimore
Brace yourself for the the dark when I start I spark like propane/
Fink when I flow but go by code names/
Never had to flow vain/
the whole game know that I go same as Hov or Coltrane/
Like Monet when he hold paint/
Overdose till I'm comatose: Cobain with cocain/
Chewbacca with the rogain, flow change/
Like sleet when it freezes from cold rain, okay?/
I hold brains like pinky in their home cage/
But never rat, 'cuz a rodent is its own race/
I'm so straight y'all hate is so gay/
translate to ingles I say I'm so seis/
Roll j's then I smoke face, blaze whole haze/
Purp in the air, I raise the soul plane/
Never tried cocaine, yo, no way/
Only shit that I hold in my nose is Flonase/
And I flow ways that they very rarely could spit/
Flow like Mary carry a pitch/
Can we compare me with this, or any other type of various shit/
-that apparently says I'm an arrogant prick/
I'm on my Maryland shit/
So even if a hare appear in the race still I'm winnin' on some terrapin shit/
I'm burying this, like I'm carrying a carrion bitch/
Like Mike vicks terrier pits/
After scaring em sick, matter fact don't compare me with Vick/
Cuz my Labradore retriever would be fairly pissed/
But its a dog eat dog world apparently bitch/
And if you don't like beef, eat my vegetarian dick/
Track Name: Everyone Nose
This ain’t cocaine rap, this propane rap/
But I know that she's hoping that/
I would take her to the bathroom holding a bag/
To open her nose shes blowing yack/
Hundred dollar bill, she's rolling that/
never seen a Benjamin in a scroll like that/
No holding back, inhale from the rail/
Made her insecurities go floating past/
Frozen fast, facial numb/
Thumb to her nose or nasal run/
wanna dance on a table, fame in the club/
With the champagne bottle, raisin it up/
In the flashing lights everlasting white/
Take a bump she appreciate the passing night/
Make a move to a new club, cabbing right?/
Till its time for a line, what a happy life/
What a happy life, shes laughing right?/
Till it all falls down in a crashing flight/
whole entire life go passing right/
in front of her nose, actually right?/
Anyway many say be mad at me/
'Cuz I bounced when I saw that she had to pee/
Every 5 min to get it in casually/
What I look like? Na Not a dad to me/
Nor a chaperon, go to the back to bone/
But won't take her to the back if she ask for blow/
But Ill take her to the back if she ask to blow/
Till I say its a rap like a casserole/
But didn't happen though, wouldn't Mackenrow/
Wouldn't play with my balls so she had to go/
Unless I put a little yack on my sack to blow/
then she on her knees quick coming back for mo/
I told a bitch jump ship like Dicaprio/
I don't need that shit, you believe that shit/
No pride but know why she need that shit/
For a satisfied life... Go to rehab bitch/

Go to rehab bitch/
You don't need that shit/
Coke in your nose you don't need that fix/
What you gonna do when you Relapse bitch/
Track Name: Addiction
She's addicted, I don't wanna help her ween off/
Wanna help her get on her knees and suck my peen off/
And that's real, that's still something I need/
Sexuality my first vice, second is weed/
Indeed, but I see that that the first is the worst/
‘Cuz when we speak all I see is what’s submerged in her skirt/
And she don't wanna be conversing with jerks/
That's cool cuz who she don't wanna converse with’s how she's servicing yerp/
And I'm a flirt, but was taught what's on the surface diverts/
From the most important parts of the person and worth/
And that shit ain't what the person deserves/
Unless she’s really a doll, then I really don't feel guilty at all/
Calling me, texting, phone sexing/
Getting dirty talk on the voice mail message/
Restless, up all night, she's stressed with obsession/
Cant sleep, but when we speak all she says is/
Track Name: Conflict of Man (Acapella)
I wanna escape, leave myself/
I can’t be who u want and still be myself/
Try to be objective to see myself/
But fuck that, never change, won't deceive myself/
I wanna believe myself, but wanna be accepted/
But why be validated, if they hated on the essence/
Of the man, of me at the core/
But the more they reject me I’m needing ‘em more/
Which really might explain why I sleep with ‘em for/
‘Cuz then I get the acceptance I needed before/
But then I turn cold just to even the score/
Passing my insecurities from me to a whore/
Hormones raging, but I'm aging/
I try to deny it though, so I'm faking/
Don’t wanna be the guy alone when I'm fading/
But don't wanna drive her home when were dating/
I'm saying, I push ‘em away so much/
Might’ve had a girlfriend but I gave her up/
At the time might’ve thought that I traded up/
But the new was a slut when I gamed her up/
so I'm back at the first square, and it hurts there/
But I chose my road, get what I deserve there/
Lookin’ back, only to correct mistakes/
That I had in the past that affect today/
Maybe (pause) next time give a second date/
Or on the first (pause) she won't give her sex away/
With a girl I'm always trying to test my game/
Till I fuck, game over, whose next to play?/
Seems like I wanna fuck but underneath/
I'm looking for a girl (pause) who isn't dumb to see/
That what I want is the opposite of what I need/
Until I'm sprung, are any girls un-naiive?/
Need to build the attraction first/
Need to see if the match could work before I'm smashing her/
Never tried this, but I feel it has to work/
‘Cuz If it don't, (pause) its an everlasting search/
‘Cuz I get so tired of them so quickly/
George Castanza, I'm feeling so picky/
Maybe the problem is I'm so picky/
Maybe the problem is the whole city/
I should just move into the Midwest/
Where the girls aren't impressed by large success/
Good girls concerned with Your Smarts and sense/
Type of girl you can love to your hearts content/
If I find her ill be in the largest debt/
For the angel here that the lord just sent/
Can't believe that I just thought that far in depth/
When I really wanna know, who got the largest breasts/
I'm a man whose conflicted between both sides/
One being some ass the other being a bride/
Evolutionarily were sposed to provide/
Make babies so humans survive, but IIIIm/
Wonderin if it was part of gods plan/
2 sole sole mates a woman and man/
Or would he command, that considering the number of girls/
You should never settle down till your under the earth/
I mean, look at the stats look at the facts/
50 percent of all marriages are broken in half/
Everybody probably looking to last, initially/
But eventually, mentally couldn’t get past/
So I wonder, really is it laziness/
That these people want to jump into relationships/
They don’t want to be rejected, cant take the hit/
I explained this in lines one to eight of this/
So they find someone safe, and then date a bit/
Saying to themselves that its great, commit/
Maybe say that they’re Sole mates convinced/
Engaged then they take vows that are sacred/
But the chemistry wasn’t there, they faked the shit/
For security now look at the state their in/
Now their stuck in a marriage, hating it/
Debating and eventually breaking it/
Of, separating it/
Much time lost, no regaining it/
It’s a goddam shame, who to blame in this?/
I’d say their impatience tainted this/
So later if you thinking about settling down/
Make sure your not settling now/
Not that I’m some kinda pro (pause), I’m no better endowed/
For relationship tips, im no veteran now/
But I feel like I have a good grasp on the facts/
And in fact where the problems begin/
Ill impart what I can, the issue we harbor within/
Emotions versus Logic, the conflict of men/
Track Name: Money
I been around the world and I ain’t even famous/
Fam been rich, my apologies for saying this/
‘Cuz honestly modesty becomes you/
Class with cash, if you got it, only some do/
Class I mean, usually the ones that flash the green/
Are the same who never had a thing: young money/
This is old money, stock broke sold money/
Impeccable credit, never really owe money/
Them, they throw money, look at ‘em, they so funny/
Splurge 2 hundo, pass go money/
That's no money, dummy that's a speed boat/
Not a yacht that you got: sled hill to ski slope/
And I know what the difference is/
Son, I got my degree so I see what the business is/
No intention to patronize, but I hate you guys/
With Rap masks like a Fake disguise/16
And I aim to expose why your flows a farce/
all your cash raps show what your motives are/
We all know why your so bizarre/
‘Cuz everything about about you is like a show we know you wrote this part/
So I'm here telling y’all, and this the last time ill do it/
My wealth is healthy, accruing and affluent/
I only mention it so to Prove it that my movement/
Is only for the love, man, I do it for the music/

Fuck money
Uh, yea, fuck money
Fuck money
Fuck money

(Chorus)
Fuck money, this is passion/
Music for the masses/
(Pause) Will you listen to me is what I'm asking/
I don't give a fuck about the cash/
All I want is recognition for my rappin/
Fuck all the (money)
Put your middle finger to the sky
If your tired of what they describe/
And you wanna find music at its truest with substance/
As far as I'm concerned all of the money rap, FUCK IT/
Track Name: What's Beef
What's beef? Beefs when the dude’s you was friends with/
Act really funny and shit, u can sense it/
Won't answer the phone, won't reply to texts's/
See u watch how their jaw tenses: friendship/
Friendships an interesting term/
If they’re in it just to get in return/
That ain’t friendship, its self-interest, but you live and you learn/
See how many fake bridges'll burn/
If you call on the friendship/
And its inconvenient/
Would your friend help immediately when your needing it?/
Or would he try deceiving you and make an excuse/
Only play the friend card when he choose/
He don’t know about friendship/
Just ‘cuz he get drunk wit you/
Don't mean he got love for you/
Anyone can smoke a blunt wit you/
But have they hung wit ya?, thru the shit has he stuck wit you?/
Doubt that, fuck friendship, let me clarify what I mean/
Ain’t talkin bout your elementary team/
That's cool if you talk every few years, keeping in touch/
But got to know the few you really can trust/
That's the 1s who your friends wit, not the familiar crew/
Ultimately there will really be few/
But I feel like it’s a blessing and a curse that I know this now/
Cuz I'm skeptical of new friends, but I know who hold me down/
A real friend’s so important to find/
A real friend is more important then pride/
You fucking serious? a real friends real, won't smile in your face/
Then when you walk away hate like a fake/
If he's real, hell address you like a man, tell you what his beef is/
Real Friends don't keep beef secret/
Peep it, uh, that's some weak shit, cowardous/
Leaving somebody you cared for powerless/
So now I just, consider, do you realize/
You killed ties telling yourself real lies to feel fine/
You will find few are true/
But do what you choose to; I'm through with you/
Fuck it
Track Name: Purple
Have you ever felt distant/
From who you hold in your heart, getting older and your growing apart/
Some would label it maturity,
While that isnt totally false/
I just don't think that it's the only cause/
Think about how frequently you and your homie would talk/
Went from every week, down to month, slowly it stops/
Staying connected gets harder, priorities change/
But if it really is your homie you should know ‘em the same/
People move in new directions, usually progressin/
But ultimately who you know to be is at the essence/
At the core of him, so if you feel that he switched/
Think back ‘cuz its still who he is/
I bet you that you can recall, all of his motives then/
Now just think about your role in them/
All his motives the same, but probably your role in ‘em changed/
Or vice versa, if you feel you both are estranged/
Which explains why you’re in the position your in/
Looking at who you considered your friend, guessing again/
You were never friends, if your ever growing apart/
Though it’s fucked up, you just didn't know him to start/
Track Name: Today (Produced By BEATS Bailey)
What can I say i graduated"/
"Congratulations, Fink, I'm glad you made it"/
But Its sad in a weird way, ‘cuz that chapters done/
And i can't rehash my run/
Yea, no doubt that the Past was fun/
But need to move past it and stash some funds/
"so, (pause) what you gonna do?" Good question/
I love music, gonna make it my profession/8
"Are you suggesting the business side/
Or the rap musician side"/
I don't know, feel conflicted, real mixed inside/
If I, (pause) don't spit will I live a lie?/
But can-I, (pause) live if my ambition dies?/
I like business too, but I live to rhyme/
I know its, (pause) my life, the decisions mine/
But what about the Finkelsteins? Will they think its fine?/

I dono

(Chorus)
"Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family)
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for"/

I know what I want to do, that's simple/
Write words to an instrumental/
But if I continue, going at the pace I have/
I'm just gonna have to face that fact/
That it’s only a hobby if I don't pursue it from here/
If I don't view it as a music career/
How can I prove in the mirror that there's really no excuses to share/
If I don't do it for my future, is that true and sincere?/
I used to say school interfered/
But now the only interference is confusion and fear/
Yea, the stakes are high/
Did I really graduate to rhyme?/
Plus tuition expensive, and my fam paid for mine/
So that I wouldn't have to slave and grind/
But if I aim to rhyme, that's gonna be my means/
If I wanna try to break inside/
And claim fame as mine, so do I wanna take a try?/
Or say fuck it, "lets play it safe this time?"/
-So I please you

I dono

(Chorus: jefferson airplane sample):
"Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family)
Today I know what I wanna do but I don't know what for"/

Damn, how can I solve this?/
And not, feel, like I am wrong in the process/
My conscience exhausted, it just wanna guide me right/
(Pause) But it can't conquer the compass/
Lost in a conflict, at a fork in the road/
-To be a rapper or a corporate clone/
Can I make both paths converge? Or is that absurd?/
Na, I think that could work/8
But I would have to, get a job that's concerned/
With rap, or, music, so I can actually learn/
And justify not trying to be a rapper first/
Plus my family'll be glad, that's for sure/
And that's deserved, so a 9 to 5 in the game/
Will help and teach me how to thrive in the game/
So I eventually can climb in the game/
And be a rhymer in a dominant way,
But for now, I'll be honest and say/
I’ma wait for it

(Chorus):
"Today I feel like pleasing you more then before/ (to my family)
Today I know what I wanna do but I don't know what for"/
Track Name: Get Left Behind
Let it be known I'm back in my zone, adderalled out/
Running with bulls I'm a matador now/
Red cape, black glove, white half mask/
(Pause) A phantom in the ring with flag half mast/
For soldiers dying in war/
With no family, and no legacy, this rhyme is for y’all/
For y’all I put my life in the song,
Write it despite of the wrongs/
Because society decide on what's wrong/
Armstrong I just cycle along, like lance/
With balls yo, regardless what he hold in his pants/
To live strong or die weak, something to ponder/
‘Cuz the strength only come when its harder/
No shortcuts to achieve, George W. Carver/
Watch me, like Gandhi, from a starver to martyr/
Like the Buddha, I'm apart of Siddhartha, and he's part me/
‘Cuz Partly in my heart is nirvana/
And I'm searching for the rest of the pieces/
But what I seek is, keeping me from what will achieve it/
Some of y’all follow my plight, ‘cuz to reach it/
Mean I didn't crave it, and I know that I need it/
Herman Hesse novel on the Gotama, read it/
So you can understand what I'm speaking in these lines/
These rhymes, no dumbing it down/
Smarten up when I'm coming around/
Or get left behind/
Track Name: Classic
For what its worth, every verse's been revised/
Spit ‘em again and again, then I decide/
Once I memorize if I should release it/
Or if I should put it with the other unreleased shit/
Can I find a beat that, matches the flow and the content/
Or should I keep it, see if somebody would want it/
Na na, I'm geeking, ain’t got the fame to get ‘em placed yet/
Patience, Detox 2, I’ll write a Dre hit/
Say it, you don't think I have the drive/
You don't think I have the passion to master mine/
Well your wrong I'm a mother fucking mastermind/
Even those who know me, don’t know the half of mine/
They don’t know about half my grind/
They don’t know when I'm alone in my ride, how I practice rhymes/
Write down new lines just to pass the time/
Got a Garmin to multitask: rap and drive/
Hoping that I won't crash and die/
But ill die for rap, uh, so if I pass its fine/
Give me a track and ill show u how I craft the rhyme/
Give me some time, and observe how this rapper climbs/
To be classic
Track Name: Outro - Last Call
I am
(Here's to the Roc)
Na, here's to me/
I'd like to make this cheers to me, ‘cuz I made it/
(Here's to Rocafella)
No Excuses
Every track, put my soul into it I am/
(Here's to the roc)
Na, here's to me/
Clink glasses and cheers to me... I made it/
(Here's to Rocafella)
No excuses
My life, I expose you to it/

If I'm working real hard and you wondering why/
It's so I’ll make my mark like the scar under my eye/
You can see that my passion is escalating/
My impatience for AGES I’ve been creating/
A collection of sessions, a breath of the freshest inventions/
Progressive, but also impressive/
Obsessive, the years that I spent in the making/
But its finally here, I’m content when I’m saying that/
(What your playing’s the best of me/
Nothing less, no regrets from me/
If you hear nothing next from me/
‘Cuz I died, don't cry, I'm alive if this gets complete/
In Every rap that I wrote I've injected me/
So even when I'm long gone still my message speaks/
It’s a means to remember/
Like my grandfather’s dog tag hanging on my necklace piece/

I am
(Here's to the Roc)
Na, here's to me/
I'd like to make this cheers to me, ‘cuz I made it/
(Here's to Rocafella)
No Excuses
Every track, put my soul into it I am/
(Here's to the roc)
Na, here's to me/
Clink glasses and cheers to me... I made it/
(Here's to Rocafella)
No excuses
My life, I expose you to it/.

Too many only show love to who rest in peace/
So I rep now proud so he gets to see/
How I've kept up his legacy/
‘Cuz though I rep for me, my whole family reflect in me/
They’re the ones who directly affected me/
Or indirect, from my ancestry, yes indeed/
Charge this success from me/
To my family, to whoever connects to me/
So I wanna give my thanks everybody/
If you put your influence upon me/
Even if we met for a sec at a party/
Or if we knew each other but communicated hardly/
I need y’all to know that your partly responsible/
For who I am now ‘cuz you played your partial role/
All the marginal parts of an artist stroke/
Is what makes up the larger scope/
So without y’all what I'm doing now would be impossible/
I'm completing my largest goal/
But I write from my heart and soul/
So even if you don't like what I write, you respect that my hearts exposed/
So I wanna thank y’all ‘cuz I'm glad where I'm at/
Wouldn't take shit back, it would impact where I'm at/
10 years I’ve been rapping to master my craft/
No more practice, now my rap is a WRAP/
Thank y’all, I'm glad where I'm at/
Wouldn't take shit back, it would impact where I'm at/
10 years I’ve been rapping to master my craft/
No more practice, this track is a WRAP/