Текст песни Honey - Kur

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