E-Wall - Your Honor

Ain't no (ahem), yeah
Ain't no question how I'm coming, super trendy
Went from dirty ass clothes, had to up my image
I was broke for a minute and had to fix it
Had to clean myself off, like I'm washing dishes
I ain't superstitious, but my intuition
Telling me that I can't be stopped
I talk to God, not a lot, but he know my heart good
In my life I did a lot of wrong
In that water I swam with them sharks good
Had to learn to survive
I made some ties, with some real niggas
Watch the fake ones divide
That was an eye opener
I ain't got time to discuss nothing but business
Don't ever hit my line, asking me about bitches
Niggas in they feelings, typing in their mentions
Bout to make me drop a ticket
The hype was strictly for those people, I don't have restrictions
All though I'm the sickest, drippy individual
To ever touch the mic coming out the 'sippi
You can believe it or not like Ripley's
My talent a given
They not gon' really believe
Until they see the whole team pulling up in Bentleys
Oh they want the real? I got 'em
For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna
I do it with passion step up in the booth
And I'm speaking the truth your honor
Slight dripping in Faragamo
Where you going? On the way to the commas
Everyday I see progression in myself
Talk right into the mic and I watch it melt
It's like me telling the world how I feel
Cause I know it's gon' happen, I get the chills
When the system trying to hang you, Emmett Till
Feel like I'm the voice of my hood
So I don't got no choice, but to keep it real
I always stick to the code I never squeal
Remember we used to play on the hill
How we come from hooping and drug deals
Can't lie, when I smoke weed the pain heal
It still hurt my heart momma ain't here
Always gotta keep it strong, can't shed a tear
Gotta ball for my brothers, like Cavaliers
I'm LeBron, the year of the championship
Picture me rolling, like Pac, up in my whip
Niggas stagnant can't throw it in second gear
I seen that the throne was vacant I took it there
Know I'm righteous, any pass I intercept
like T-Mo when I'm up in the backfield
Take a kneel, I slight drippin in Faragmo
Imma kill niggas in everyway
I don't like to drink, but when I do
I fuck with Crown Apple not no Dussee
(fact doe, fact doe fact doe)
Oh they want the real? I got 'em
For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna
I do it with passion step up in the booth
And I'm speaking the truth your honor
Slight dripping in Faragamo
Where you going? On the way to the commas
Oh they want the real? I got 'em
For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna
I do it with passion step up in the booth
And I'm speaking the truth your honor
Slight dripping in Faragamo
Where you going? On the way to the commas
(On the way to the racks)

Written by:
Eris Wallace

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