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Honey |
| Niggas, they got secret agendas about my money |
| This bitch, she got a fat ol' ass, I took some honey |
| I took a 10 too to hold it down while I was runnin' (Okay) |
| She like, «I just came three times, why I keep cummin'?» |
| She ain’t had no time to get a wax |
| I told her that lil' peach fuzz, baby, ain’t 'bout nothin' |
| I still end up eatin' from the back (Ew) |
| I’m wearin' different sneakers every day that cost a rack |
| I’m comfy wearin' slides in the trap (I see you) |
| I got the munchies, I just rode to Ellis I and it was fat |
| Stack my money, I’m gon' grab an AMG or do the 'Cat (Okay) |
| It’s lonely at the top, but at the bottom, it was packed |
| This for all my homies at the bottom feelin' trapped |
| I was wearin' Old Navy hoodies, now I’m in Saks (True) |
| Goin' crazy, I got stabbed all them times I turned my back (Damn) |
| I ain’t lazy, I wake up, I’m gettin' to it, where the racks? (Where?) |
| I’m the only nigga breathin' who put Vernon on the map (True) |
| I don’t think y’all decent, honestly, I think y’all wack (Yeah) |
| Darkskinned nigga, 5'9″ with the tats (Who that?) |
| That’s the bull Hajeem, every youngin walkin' with a beam |
| I remember I would spark with Reem, coughin' off the green |
| I remember it was hawkin' out, no jacket, just a tee |
| At my age, still figurin' out who I wan' be (Yeah) |
| Certain shit I try to look past, not let it get to me |
| Used to give a fuck about 'em, now they don’t mean shit to me (Come on) |
| Old memories I can’t forget forever stick with me |
| They don’t wan' hustle for it, they want cash and sympathy (Yeah) |
| Niggas ain’t go through shit with me, can’t sit with me |
| I was their helping hand when niggas would vent to me (True) |
| They kept puttin' out they hand and usin' me for they needs (Damn) |
| In my heart, I believe it, so truly, I’m gon' succeed (Okay) |
| Coochie ain’t over money, but money ain’t over peeps |
| Writin' down all my goals, it’s pinnacles I’ma reach (Yeah) |
| Elevators inside the hotel room, it’s a suite (Goddamn) |
| Saint Mikey, that’s on my fleece (Ew) |
| You never liked me, I never liked you and I think your flow is weak (Okay) |
| Who been droppin' for the streets eight years, givin' heat? (I think me) |
| I’m in the field without my cleats |
| I think the real issue is that I’m so hard to reach (Okay) |
| I think the real issue is communication, niggas actin' like it’s hard to speak |
| (What?) |
| And to the streets, sorry that I had y’all waitin', I know y’all been goin' |
| through it without me (Straight up) |
| And to the doors that I finally got through, I got through 'em, but I never had |
| a key (Straight up) |
| And to the whores that I had my time with, it was fun, but it’s over, |
| baby (Real talk) |
| Don’t judge me for the shit I went through, I went through it and it really |
| shaped me (Mean that) |
| Before you judge, say a prayer for me (Okay, okay) |
| Rest in peace Reemo, I just put one in the air for him (Damn) |
| He was there for me, I feel like I wasn’t there for him (800) |
| It’s the boy Hajeem |
| Grindin', you already know that |