Honey Lyrics

I was dirt poor, hitting plays because I needed money

Batch after batch coming through, keep it coming

Shorty was the light in the tunnel, and she sweet as honey

I can't trust a bitch, if she always keeping secrets from me

I'm just here for the show

I'm a decade in, how many years can I go

They scared, I can tell, I hear the fear in his tone

I stepped in the game, now I feel like I'm home

AK on the decorated mantle

Don't risk it, you don't ever take a gamble

Time to separate the men from the boys, send him up to heaven-he a angel

You don't wanna see the body, change the channel

Hit the party in a flannel, this a black a designer from the west coast

Break the fast lane and hit the nas like Esco

Rappers all fake, but you believe it cuz he said so

Leave niggas chilling in a box, like my retros

New York, but it's upstate-not metro

Customers, might pull up smelling like meth smoke

Mattress on the floor, and I slept until the bed broke

Coke in the walls, can't name somebody less dope

My stomach caved in, all you feel is pain

Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain

Still get surprised, momma look what I became

My stomach caved in, all you feel is pain

Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain

Still get surprised, momma look what I became

I got a pre rolled spliff for when I finish verses

Japanese whiskey in the cup, feel the liquor burning

I was cold in the winter hurting

Now it's five star restaurants, the dinner service was picture perfect

Kill a rapper, have the pastor talking whipping hearses

Cops told me wait, I'm just sitting nervous

But they'll never get a guilty verdict

Bitch I was broke, at the crib with no soap, using dish detergent

Old money, I got bands in the stash

Plus a gram and a half for every fan that you have

Cant take a L, I understand why you mad

Defeat got cut, like I'm standing on glass

I made music with the rookies and the legends

Smoking in the stu, I brought some cookies to the session

Pistol on his waist, he ain't looking for a weapon

Shawty kept handing out that pussy, now she pregnant

I do it for the ones without a voice

And the hustlers on the block without a choice

In the ambulance listening to Royce

I thought that I would die, all praise to god

My stomach caved in, all you hear is pain

Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain

And I still get surprised