Video Pardon My French de Akintoye 2025 Rap Lyrics

Akintoye - Pardon My French Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1]
All of my friends in the building, quite tense
Sure, lock 'em in a box til 'em niggas find sense (huh)
Why they so offensive, niggas runnin' [ice sets?]
Pop a bitch, I'm poppin' [?] psilocybin

[Chorus]
What they be on
We on, pretty high stress
I am [Leon?]
Comin' home we don't find rest
So, please cut slack for the heat of my steps
These niggas, so pardon my French (Pussy)

[Verse 2]
Hard to identify threats (Lookie)
[Cuz is?] doin' nothin' to impress (Boogie)
Bad hoes off of her brеasts and (Cookies?)
All the best gamblеrs, they tend to find (Bookies)
Show me the direction I am looking, cooking
Yet another reason to proceed and keep hooking
Weavin' the big jabs and long reach bookings
Maybe I was born in the wrong age, I studied the wrong page
Instead I'm in [and] playing the long game
I saw fame humble a nigga with strong aim
Then I saw shame stomp on my pity it's [Large frame?]
Same problem with the niggas considered as all (brain?)
Wrong wave came 'stead of a pivot they all same
Stuck forever like a [bit of?] Shawshank (Y'all stink)
[Bridge]
Niggas pray to G-O-D before the riches all came
Just for niggas here to pray on y'all banks

[Verse 3]
Niggas playin' y'all face
From the Genesis the generous lie
Until you make you fuckin' Exodus, you'll never be fine
They give you rules for they worship, they Leviticus lines
The Numbers [fault?] them niggas runnin' through the wilderness [?]
Do the run on me scared from the Lord, come back
You think the conquerors sayin' cacklin' [?] and his thing
But when the Judges come to play you wanna save you the runnin'
And, til the roof fall off this is not the birth of a king

[Verse 4]
This the promise of the knowledge and the purpose it bring
Take a chance with Uncle Sam [?] prove in the ring
There's only one or two kings who remember it all
[?] and bring eventual fall and nice interest
Set up for a really nice pension
Make a couple mil and be a menace like Ezra
Wall up ya lady, nigga, sanctify [?] a genocide
[?] niggas better find the next to hide and exercise, the masses
Feed 'em all trash 'cuz fascists exist in all fashions
Beat down the artist til they sit y'all faction, bashes
Dangle dollar signs and y'all grab it, tragic
[Chorus]
[Recon?], bleed on
We on, pretty high stress
I am [Leon?]
Comin' home we don't find rest
So, please cut slack for the heat of my steps
These niggas, so pardon my French, pussy