Collins Excuse The Fuckery Lyrics

(Intro)
Yo, what up?
Collins, what the fuck, man?
Wassup?
You got me fucking faded,
I'm fucking drunk
You made me look like a fucking asshole
Out here, bro
(>>>)
It's finished!
Please excuse the fuckery
Please excuse the fuckery
Please excuse the fuckery
The fuckery
Look

(Verse)
Started from the bottom,
Now I'm here like what?!
You don't want a pro'lem
With a nigga like moi
Illest to my city, illest to my state
Ah, they mad now, watch 'em hate
Basically, shit's tragic
I could wind right here
But, nigga, I don't feel like it
Who the fuck do that?
Screw that, nigga, you that, hey!
Thought I was goin' start rapping fast and shit, huh?
Look!
I paint the perfect picture
The Pablo Picasso, a silent picture's my motto
Shutting these nigga's piewholes, doing it with my eyes closed
Five hoes and I'm blindfolded
Fuck it, I'm writing my own Bible
It's just me

(Hook)
Please excuse the fuckery
Please excuse the fuckery
Please excuse the fuckery